Lessons

You're so deceitful and I fell right for it
and fell hard.
You knew of my good nature
and feelings for you
and you manipulated me into thinking
you could reciprocate those feelings to me.
Why did I let you do this to me
over and over again?
Why can't my heart release this poison?
You can do nothing for me
but hurt me.
You can never be what I need or deserve.
I beg my heart to lose this infatuation
for everyday it breaks a little more.
All I want so badly is to forget about you
and never go back to that piece of my history.
I want to lock you away
in a vault inside my mind
where other mishaps from my past lie.
I cannot call you a mistake
because I have learned from you.
I have learned a vital lesson
which I will never disobey again:
Hold on to your heart so tight,
Don't let it go out of your sight,
for if you do,
it can only be returned in pieces.

Hopeless Romantic

I see a cloudless night sky
where the stars glow among a silver moon
Wildlife is calm
and autumn's chill reaches my fingertips
My heart is weak for nights like these
Just a hopeless romantic
lost in a trance from a poetic night
When all seems impossible
in my twisted, turbulent existence
when my soul feels trapped
in the entirely wrong place
I turn to the night
and find a parallel to my sorrow
The pool of blackness
is a guide into my misery
Although a romantic
I am also hopeless
and for this petty soul
I fear there is no future
bright enough to compete with the sun
My heart desires one thing
which my mind claims to be dangerous
It will hinder my potential
to be utterly amazing
for it has stolen my heart from my sleeve
and has beaten and torn the life right out
to where I fear I will never
feel the same about life and love again

Prince Charming

You can give your everything
and with all you have you can try,
but in the search for the perfect man
he just may be impossible to find.
But you continue down the aisles
with thousands beckoning your name
and it is here where you will find him:
written on a page.
He's vibrant and he's noble,
he's a knight in disguise,
every time he speaks to you
he looks into your eyes.
He always says the perfect thing
to make you fly above the sky,
through your ups and downs and smiles and frowns
he never leaves your side.
But when the story's finished
he will go back on the shelf,
and you must go back to reality
and live the life you're dealt.
You'll never find another man
who is exactly what you need,
because the only place you can find this man
is on the pages that you read.

(**Note: I don't normally write rhyming poetry, but I just let the words write themselves on this one.**)