his warm strong hands lift me up towards the vast blue sky
my grasping little Fingers stretched out feel the rays of the sun warm my skin
then suddenly,
A gust of cold wind blows him away like
petals of dandelions
disappearing
one
by
one
Till
there
are
none.

the sky starts turning graphite gray,
but his scent of:
citrus
musk
pines
still lingers in the air.

my Hands once reaching out
become loose hanging threads.


,
                                                   the sky starts crying
                                               forming huge teardrops
                                                       ­ that falls on
                                                           my facE
                                                            ­slowly
                                                          ­   then
                                                            ­   all
                                                           at once
                                                            ­    it
                                                          ­   Rains.


The taste of green tea, bitter and warm, remains.

I keep on running
until you can't chase me anymore
               let me be
               for once
just
go away

                 My lungs
                 I can't breathe
every time I try to walk away
I end up coming back in full circle

Don't chase after me anymore
                you are out of your reach.

I sleep and dream of you
some stranger you are
out of reach
only your shadow can be seen

Someday I will know you
or perhaps I already do
maybe a little light
will help me see

the person that I always wanted to be.

Eyes too blind to see
that you're losing yourself to him

Where is she?
the girl with big dreams who said she doesn't need anybody

I guess love means to destroy
don't be that kind of girl

Who will crawl after she falls
save yourself while you still can

because when all else fails
who will be with you until the end?

I didn't realize how sad I was
until you told me you were leaving
not because I like you
but because you are my friend.

I hate goodbyes
I hate hate hate not being able to look people in the eye
I don't like it when people lie
but I hate it even more because I know I die a little inside.

******* for making fun of me
I asked you repeatedly
Does it make you happy to see other people cry?
And continued on with your lie

I guess now I know I appreciate honesty
and friendship that doesn't revolve in tomfoolery
so to put it bluntly
I am ****** and you are an *******
so don't talk to me.