Once upon a time
There was a young girl
Who had been fed on
Cinderella stories
And happily ever afters
And she believed
And looked
For her Prince Charming
And he never came
So she pretended
That the next man that came into her life
Was her prince charming
And that she would have
Her happily ever after
And
She didn’t

I am sorry
If until now
I'm still into you
I'm still inlove with you.

I am sorry
If I can't move on
I tried  all my best
I amused myself
But it did not work.

I am sorry
I tried to forget the mem'ries
I tried to forget the moments
I tried to forget the feelings,
And I tried to forget you
But ****! Still it's You!

I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.

Last night I
dreamt that
I loved
somebody
so much
that it
brought me
to tears
when I had
to wake up.


Why can't I
feel sincere
emotions
about the
people I
know in
real life?

I only love
as thru my
dreams.

I long for his hands
to caress mine tenderly
for eternity.

I had my first dream last night that you weren't in.
not even a minor character,
your ****** name wasn't even in the credits,
let alone plastered across the sky in flashing lights
like you want it to be.
my first reality that you didn't belong in,
and it was the most blissful peace that I can remember since we bathed in pools of cloud.

I heard the first song that didn't make me think of you yesterday.
the lyrics, for once, were just lyrics,
not an embodiment of you and the things you do.
guess what?
it was coldplay.
you always hated coldplay.

this morning, I basked in the sun and didn't picture you coated in gold light beside me.
I didn't look at the leaves adorning the trees and picture your face laughing beneath it.

I didn't trace the plate lines of my palm and imagine the earthquake we used to create when yours collided with mine.

I didn't eat new food that I wanted you to try and I didn't want to share the smallest details of my day with you.

you may have won this poem, loverboy,
but don't be too triumphant.
your victory won't last long.
it's the era of my new beginnings without you and I'm going to be just fine.

You mind your steps
   after you've stumbled.
You miss your home
   after you’ve left it.
You value your health
   after you’ve been sick.

But you can’t enjoy life
   after you died.

you wake up
his hair is spilled across the pillow,
the sun slants across his cheekbone
and his breath is slow and even.
he smells like an open field
and his body is wrapped around yours
so he keeps you warm.
you think,
there is no moment better than this,
that he is too perfect to exist.
but you wake up gasping,
skin soaked in sweat.
you lie there for a long time,
in your completely empty bed.