I hate you
Yet everyone says differently
Do I love you?
Hell No! I won't say it quietly

You hurt me too much
You didn't even give me an apology
I flinch at your touch
I can't erase the memory

It's done and over
We'll never be friends
Don't even bother
The end is a blessing 'cause it's over.

Through the blaring noise
And the gyrating hips of clubbers
Did I see you in all grace and poise?
Leaving a trail of lustful passers.

Above all else I heard a soft purr
As a moan escaped everyone’s lips
Did I softly hear you murmur?
“Would you like a kiss?”

And in that moment I fell
Like one of your numerous suitors
Did I not once often tell?
Lust is love’s awful traitor.

Blood stained streets
Cries of horror that seeps
In one place they heard
Laughter that left the world.

In a moment they stopped
Then everyone sobbed
Remembering the joy that once was
Realizing what this war has caused.

United the cried,
“We will no longer abide,
We will no longer fight.”
We've finally found the light.

Perfection makes this day
Polite expressionless faces
Rich and luxurious, they pray
Rationally irritating, that passes.

Perfection is I, quoth he
Pretty pointless faces, I say
Reasonably intelligent friends, said he
Rather boring folk do they convey.

Perfection is *******, I utter
Probable mix-up, they record
Realize the beauty! I order
Render it proper on my own accord.

Trapped

               In between what's dead and gone
               Under the weight of what's meant to be
               In a place where no one has crossed
               Where I am bound to stay

Forever
               Bound, ununited
               Compelled to do what has to be done
               To accomplish what once said
               No choice, no way

Change
               Is beyond my control
               A will that may not happen
               ****** upon me with no care
               A future that I have no opinion in

Done
               Is my opinion, ignored upon
               Free will a figment of reality
               Just a mindless robot wasting away
               Without asking, without a soul.

It was nothing like the movies
No cheesy pick up line
No accidental touch of hands
Not even and intense gazing.

Yet no movie or book can describe it
The moment when you notice things;
First, the tone of his voice
Second, the nonsensical gestures he makes.

These may be stupid and odd
But in that moment when “two” friends seriously talk
And suddenly look into each other’s eyes
Will you realize that shoot! You like him.

The rush and exhilaration
Pain and annoyance
All these frustrations
Have you once felt it?

Each time I've felt
Like I was the only one trying
The glue of this relationship was me
If I stopped, would it crumble?

A glance in a while was enough
Short conversations were joyful
But even now those are gone
I ask myself, how can I still love you?