Every time I feel some kind of emotion
I come here
and let all my feelings out.

Its stupid
I know it is,
but i can't stop feeling safe and secure when I write

When I write
I feel free
to write what I feel and think
by writing poems.

In the end I understood
that not everything can be said out loud
so i've learned how to speak my emotions

To something wonderful
like writing

I was always there for you,
When you needed me the most
I never left you.

But then you met her,
You stopped talking to me
Even ignored me.

The day I needed you the most,
You weren't there and instead
You were with her.

It made me feel different,
Like someone who never existed
I felt worthless.

Stupid even to think you'll be there for me,
But you were with her instead.

I remember the day you told me you loved me
I thought you did,
But you didn't.

You never loved me
I was stupid to think you did
You never loved me.

I remember when you called it over
With a simple word,
Sorry.

Every time I hear that word
That stupid word,
I break down.

I hate to think I was the one for you
I can't bring myself to accept it,
I denied it.

I look at pictures we once took together
The presents you once gave me,
It's all in the same place you left them
I can't get rid of them,
not now not never.

I see you smiling with a girl that isn't me,
Its stupid I know
but how can you move on so fast?

I know it's pathetic
You never loved me and I will never understand
Your game.

A game where you come out satisfied and I come out hurt
I don't deny it anymore I know your game,
I understand I was just another one of your games.

It's sad I know but now I look back at my mistakes
I was blinded by your game
it made me understand something,
You never loved me you only loved the way you toyed with me.

I look up at the sky
I don't want to look at you,
It sickens me to even know you're next to me.

I can't bring myself to look at you,
You are still the same.

You lied when you said you changed,
I feel for your trick again.

I feel stupid for trusting you and thinking you changed
I hate myself for thinking you would ever change.
I was an idiot.

literature has many uses in life
but I like literature for one thing,
love.

Sometimes I look back at time and remember why I like literature,
it reminds me of you.

The way you wrote poems and stories,
the way your writing expressed your feelings
helped me realize you always loved me.

You wrote me poems and poems expressing your feelings,
at the time I was an idiot that didn't understand
literature.

I now love literature but it's too late now.

I was late on catching your feelings,
And now i know you loved me
But it's late,
You moved on.

It's the first snow of winter today
for the first time this year,
it felt like something was missing.

The snow was calm and steady,
soft and melty.

It was delicate with every touch,
every touch of snow I felt reminded me of tears
tears that brought me back to reality.

I was really missing something,
no not something.

I was missing someone,
I was missing you.