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.

I never really hated the rain,
until I met you.

You loved the rain,
so did I.

You took me out on rainy days,
went on walks in the rain,
even danced in the rain.

Now I see you with another girl doing the same things,
now I hate the rain,
more than I hate you for leaving.

He was a boy I fell for,
I loved him,
But he didn't know.

He was always clueless and I loved that,
But I wasn't the only one,
There was more.

Other girls who loved him the same way I did,
I told a friend my feelings,
I thought she will support me.

I was wrong,
She loved him as well.

I told him how I feel for him,
But he didn't feel the same.

He loved her
not me,
I spent days feelings guilty for liking someone who doesn't belong to me.

I blamed myself for everything
And it was all because I liked a boy.

The moon is beautiful,
It's bright
And it's the light in the dark.

It's someone's love,
Someone's favorite thing,
Its also someone's everything.

No matter how ugly or distance,
People might think it is,
It's not.

The moon is the most beautiful thing out there,
Just like you.

It was always us,
Your the oldest, I'm the middle, and he's the youngest child.

You were always happy, He was always rebelling
And I was always hiding

Hiding in both shadows,
Like I didn't exist at all
Always pushing me aside.

You always blamed your problems on me,
He was always fighting with me.

I accepted everything blamed my self for everything,
Hating myself.

I was always judging myself
hating my body,
Face,
And life.

I didn't feel anything anymore, and
Now I tell myself I'm okay
I'm not.