I no longer smile when you tell me I made something good.
I no longer blush when you throw cheesy lines.
I no longer have the appetite when you cook our food.
I no longer feel your kiss and I think it's fine.

I no longer miss you when you're not home.
I no longer care when you're raging.
I no longer crave for your love.
I don't love you anymore..

"Tell me the truth baby."
"Do you love him?"

"Yes."

They're right.
Truth hurts as hell.

Isn't it an amazing thing?
How poets turn pain to poems.

And how poems connect
people with the same pain.

That's why I write,
So I can feel I'm not alone.

"Hi, it's been a while Josh."
"You look very different since we broke up."
She said as she approached me.

"Uhm, Hi, Do I?"
"Maybe I just learned how to take care of myself, when the one who said it left me behind."
I replied, smiled then walked away.

I think,
I love you..

But it's better not to tell you,
Not because I'm afraid of rejection,

I just think I can't make you happy,
The way he did..

Someone asked me,
"Why do you make poems,
Isn't that a boring thing?"

"Thank God I write poems,
because if I don't,
I  should have died way back then."
I replied.