That Voice

That voice, your voice—

It enters into my bloodstream.

I've lost all control, it would seem,

As it courses beneath my skin

Taking me over from within.

My senses dull at that sound

And my thoughts become wound.

Words are impossible to make

As my body begins to quake.

Speak some more, I beg of you!

I cannot return to the world I once knew.

Immortalize

I wished to write ballads in his name

But I found this tribute to be in vain.

There were no words I could produce

Nor any poetry I could seduce

That could immortalize his deeds.

He is no God,

He is just one human man

But he chose to love me.

And for that I will be

Forever changed.

I would build shines if I could

On every place he ever stood

And worship there day and night.

Spend my life there and recite

A prayer of “I love you, I love you”

Futures may never know of his deeds,

He will not be written in history

But he is immortalized in my memory.

I merely seek some way to make him see

What his love, what he means to me.

Rather

I would rather believe that you never loved me
Than believe that you stopped loving me.

I would rather believe that you never missed me
Than believe that you stopped missing me.

I would rather believe that you used me from the start
Than believe that you changed.
That you once cared
And then, eventually, didn't anymore.