I wrote this back in high school when I was still trying to get over my ex. Which, truthfully, will be never, cause I think of him everyday. Lest someone get the wrong idea, though, I am over him. Just not the idea of him.

I miss my forever knight
how I long to be the queen of your night
without you,
I am a princess in exile,
stranded without her subject.
bereft of power
a banishéd Juliet
away from her Romeo
What gold of jewels can compare to you
they are not you
your eyes, or lips
or caressing hand
what's the use of dreams if there is no one to share them with?
How can I forget this love...?

That's what you get for cleaning your room. You find angst-filled poems and nigh-on romance novels in the writings of youth.

And whoever the hell thinks it's funny to cast negative karma votes, stop being a coward and say why you don't like it. It's stupid to hide in anonymity.