You're slipping, love, like sand through my hands, Each word you fling cuts, each silence expands. I’ve waited, I’ve warned, I’ve whispered my plea, But this path you tread moves you farther from me. Soon, I'll be gone—just a shadow you'll see.
They heard my poetry... And asked,"Did someone break your heart?" And I...who did not even have a crush! smiled and answered," Poets are born with pain in their heart and millions of universe in their mind."
I do not need nor want the kind of love That is one-sided I want people Who give me energy and support me The way I am I want people to treat me the same way I treat them
sad about the fact it is so much harder finding new friends as you grow up, in comparison to how it used to be when you were young
fatefully inclined clinically parched of receiving love deceptively lied to protect my heart logically engraved emotions to blame my darkened eyes when losing sight how could I mend my spine for a soul that’s not mine
there was so much I wanted to know about you so much I wanted to hear from you so much I wanted to discover with you and so much love I wanted to give you
but timing wasn’t quite the helper it destroyed the grounds we made
if I loved you a little lesser maybe you’d have stayed
to overcome my bitter I begged for your image to fade
and hating you wasn’t simple since loving you opened my cage
I know you feel it too so open my violet letter and even though we won’t be together it was sincere what we lived through