I write poetry
because there are some things
I simply cannot talk about.
1. you and how much I have to say to you
but I can't say it
2. how my mind turns off and I feel like there's
a weight pulling me down
3. how confused I am about everything
5. how much I love you
I hate you
I hate you for making me catch feelings
I hate you for telling me nice things
I hate you for making me think I was healing
I hate you for playing with my heart strings
I hate you for leaving so soon
I hate you for finding someone else so fast
I hate you for telling me I was your moon
I hate you for telling me to forget my past
I hate you for making pinky promises
I hate you for showing me your favorite songs
I hate you for telling me to give more people chances
I hate you mostly for just stringing me along
All is left couple of hours before your train arrives.
We had the best summer forever.
It was our late spring love.
I wish we could stop here for some more time.
I wish we could press rewind and begin everything from the earliest starting point.
I don't need to hear those comforting words when I know you will leave me alone.
Promise me you will remember when the night comes.
The time passes by it is turning out to be hard.
When I know we can't do anything further.
Now it is all over.
Their eyes glance at me, I sense the awkwardness, what shall we say to him?
You see I'm the man next door who's mind who they say
has crossed the line , the Drs call it mental illness, I say that's a crime.
For it is true that I'm chaotic and rapant at times,
creativity should be nurtured, not medicated and fined.
You see I'm the man next door who's seen as 'unwell' for they see the police take me to the cells.
I tell you honestly that this is no curse, just a alternate state of mind, try opening your eyes, you maybe suprised.