These words do not exist. Like the heartache I had to supress When you decided to end our relationship, These words do not exist. In there place residesd a desire to generate Wormholes during solar flares to traverse time That I may eradicate This travesty created by my pen. It's ink inscribed upon existence Testament to my love and your beauty, Even as the only good thing you could say about me Was the freindly desire for my contentment. How could I be so wrong? How dare I try to love you? How could I so callausly use your heart Then cast IT aside? I couldn't. You left me. You decided I wasn't giving enough. You took my heart and my words and told me they weren't good enough. You stole my poetry, And turned it aggainst me. Your right though, this is my fault. I should have been a big boy And given you what you needed and not what you wanted, Instead I gave in to my desires and this is the result. Lesson learned. And I am Undone.