Silence can be harsh or gentle
And sometimes very loud

It hurts to be missing out on you
It hurts me that you’re missing out on me
Too
I did all I could do
I’m happy that it doesn’t hurt you
I wish for you
A new sun that’s blue
To bring joy and joy and joy to you

I would scream for you
I would hush up, too
I wish I knew
What to do
When being true
Is of no use

I have no grief over what never was
Or what I wished to be
There surely is something wonderful
Still in store for me

Poetry
Can be
A way to recreate
Reality
Or at least
***** about it
Incessantly

It’s not your responsibility
To get rid of me
I attached like a tick
******* from your Force  
Maybe making you sick
It could be better
But it could be worse
One thing is plainly clear
You don’t want to let me near
It is your right to do
And probably smart, too
And that’s the lie I will tell you
Whether or not I believe it’s true
That nothing’s the right thing to do

Whatever it wasn’t meant to be
Must be accepted by me
But I don’t want to be free
The door is wide open
And you encourage me to flee
I remain chained to thee
Whether or not you agree
I imprison you
Unwillingly
Within the bars of this poetry
A piece of you belongs to me
And I don’t know if I should
Be sorry