- This poem is about a guy I was (and am) madly in...
Why is that smile so perfect...

To write is to live
To breathe...

My pencil traces the paper
False promises of genius looming in the air...

Sitting here with my Oreos
And you are on my mind...

Maybe one day you say
And this I believe...

And who knew you would betray me
That you would not care...

And every time you were not there
Proves to me you do not care...

You bring a smile to my face
At night I dream of your embrace...

Maybe if you'd put down the mask
You would know why I have to ask...

Watching you walk away
Still knowing it was best...

You see right through me
You see everything I am...

As I sit
All alone...