as the birds still sing, as the children still play, as the lovers still kiss, and as the poet still picks up his favourite pen to write, i'll love you forever as though it is my second nature, for you taught me how to love -- with every ounce of my body and every drop of my blood -- **you taught me what love is

I will always be too much for some people.
I will always be too emotional.
Too affectionate.
Too clingy.
Too needy.

I will always not be enough for some people.
I don't emote enough.
I don't display enough affection.
I don't touch enough.
I don't articulate enough.

I will always be too much.
Too damaged.
Too guarded.
Too cold.
Too paranoid.

I will always be too much.
Too strong.
Too opinionated.
Too passionate.
Too forgiving.

I will always be too much for some people,
But I'd like to think that maybe
For you,
I am just enough.

It's our memories that I'm still in love with,
The ones I can't let go of.
I've been telling myself that it's love,
That I still love you.
but honestly after all this thinking,
I can see clearly now.
You were my first love,
And that's why I can't let go-
But that doesn't mean I love you.
I love you, and I always will,
But between choosing loving myself and letting you go,
Or instead loving you and holding on to you,
I'll choose the former cause I don't think there was anything worth fighting for.
There was for me, there was so much for me,
But to you I was nothing. So its time I learn to forget

Im lonely,
everyone else is better than me-
Staying true to myself isn't my cup of tea,
Oh Love help me see where i'm supposed to be.

My mood swings are occasional,
Feeling lonesome leaves me dysfunctional,
if im all alone, im a hypocritical radical.

Love? check.
Friends got my back,
Heart? black.
Exterior in check.

Pitch black blasphemy,
in my thoughts-its all me.
Smiles tears,
Occasional fears,
Hypocracy at its finest- Yes that's me!

Im a jack of all trades,
hands holding a thousand blades,
Brain filled with varying spades-
Putting emotions into compact crates.

My mind's a mess,
My thoughts ablazed.
Happiness is gone,
Hello my true self- begone.

He may still love you. He probably still does. He probably doesnt know what he wants. He probably still thinks about you all the time. But that isnt what matters. what matters is what he's doing about it, and what he's doing is nothing. And if he's doing nothing about it, You most certainly shouldn't do anything. You need someone who would go out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.