I don't know what you've done to my heart
It burns, it throbs, with every word you speak
I never knew I could feel this from the start
Yet here you are taking me to my highest peak

My heart yells out yet you never really noticed
My mouth kept shut as it bled with longing
I didn't want to admit it, but the truth really is;
all this time I've really been falling

Now we have little time left to spend together
My hands do the work and express my own heart
My chest still bleeds but this is for the better
This is my fourth goodbye, C, right before we depart

We would walk down the halls

Attending to our classroom calls

Students rushing left and right

Brightened by rays of morning light

In the midst was the both of us

You were late while I was just lost

I gave a nod but you gave a smile

This then went on for quite a while

Three years passed, and we still do

I sometimes stand there to wait for you

To wait for the smile that I see daily

Even doing as much as waking up early

A year from now, we won't be able to

Do the things that we used to do

You'll be elsewhere but I'll still be here

No longer waiting for someone I hold dear

The stars were there that night,
I saw them twinkle in your eyes
This was the first I remembered,
when I had to write my goodbyes

It was a cold, dark night sky
I could barely even see you
Though a small exchange of words
Made me know my feelings were true

Oh, is it possible to even tell you,
about how my heart's been throbbing?
Those few moments shared in the dark
Felt written to be never-ending

C**, this is my first goodbye,
One unnecessarily dramatic
Knowing you, you'll wear a smile
Having expected my strange antic

I like when I get good grades in Math
I hate when I don't take a bath
I like when someone says 'hello'
I hate when greens turn yellow

I like when mom gives me money
I hate when people fail to be funny
I like when dog greets me on my return
I hate when there's nothing new to learn

I like whenever I feel happy
I hate that I no longer feel it
I like when someone notices me
I hate when don't know it

I hate that I feel alone
I hate when I get hurt
I hate when mom only feeds me bones
I hate when dad pushes me into the dirt

I hate that my siblings do the same
I hate that no one tries to help
I hate that I'm the one blamed
I hate tying this rope to the shelf

But I like this rope around my neck