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I don't want commitment at all anymore,

I just want you here like you were once before.

I just want to feel like I once did, back when,

I just couldn't wait to talk with you again.

I just want my DD!

This just isn't fair!

But fair doesn't matter,

I can't make you care.

I just want to feel like I did once before,

When you'd call me your angel,

And I'd melt to floor.

Instead it feels like,

There's a hole in my chest.

And whenever you message,

I smile at best.

Sometimes I forget,

That things just aren't the same.

But then you pull away,

And remind me again.

I miss when I felt like,

your pretty princess.

Not this stupid mistake making,

Blithering mess.

I miss how you made me,

Feel like I was flying.

Cause now when you message,

It feels like I'm dying.

And I'm just embarrassing myself,

Like a fool.

Grabbing at random straws,

That last one wasn't cool.

Now that I've lost all faith,

And it all just turned black.

I have only one question,

Why did you come back?

I'm trying to be strong,

But I'm feeling so weak.

Haunted by the way,

You and I used to speak.

You have no idea,

Though it's not been repressed,

Of how much losing you,

Took the breath from my chest.

And now you're half back,

Though you're still miles away.

Enjoying the new toy,

With which, you now play.

And I'm sad and alone,

And my tears flood my eyes.

And with each silent hour,

More inside of me dies.

Oh, I can't bare the sorrow!

This burrowing pain!

But I'll get up tomorrow,

To wait here again.

And I must be a mad fool,

To do what I do.

To look for, and wait for,

And write about you.

It's not therapeutic,

It doesn't impress.

And I'm only creating,

A much bigger mess.

But I'd tear my heart out,

And hold it in hand,

Till you told me to drop it,

If you'd so command.

And I'd go away,

If I felt that I could.

You don't really care,

And I'm doing no good.

I miss your sweet nothings,

My breath caught in chest,

When I could feel you here,

God, those days were the best.

And I wish I could hang head,

And walk away sadly.

But I can't bring myself to,

I care too damn madly.

SONNET 116



Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.