Two texts
Two calls

And yet,
I got no reply
at all.

You left me here
to over think and cry,
And drink
Like why, will I
Never be an important reason
you pick up the phone
When I’m calling?

All this falling for nothing.

Always,
Sunny

The eyes are the windows
to the soul
So I stare
Deeply and intensely.

and analyze you from the outside, in
Figuring out all the components that make you whole.
through those little windows.

Love was feeling our first touch
in that dimly lit room
where it was just me and you
hearing the sound of soft charms,
your lips meeting mine,
and the way you gazed at me
Love was having you there
just the two of us
and our delicate touch

Love was not the way
we just abandoned ship
but the way we got through it
making room where we see fit
Love wasn’t even supposed to be like this
Love was to be around you
Confused
With how I fit with someone
I barely knew
Realizing
All this Love was meant for you.

You
Are resting your eyes,
but I can still see right through
those little windows.

I feel somewhat new
these are the morning blues.

Some days I feel like moving
Moving away from here and nowhere near,
Today I just feel empty. Like my hart could never be full
So now I’m craving healing, I want my feelings to be certain. To give the same love the way I have received
Learn to escape these negative thoughts and feelings.

Do I settle for what I think could be true?
Or do I continue to be comfortable with my morning blues.