You love me. You don't. You care. I think. Ignore me. Love me. Confuse me. Ignore me. Confess your love. Make me smile. Take it away. Sleep with someone else. Make love to me. Let me cuddle you. You choose me. Ignore me. Cook you dinner. This is nice. You're nice. Ignore me. Rip me apart. You miss me. Walls come down. "I feel hurt". Ignore me. Begging again. Take me back. One night. It's not over. It's over. My reaction. His reply. "This is why." Ignore me. Soul cries. Love me.

She stood by the window with her back to me.
With the light of the moon shining on her,
She slowly undressed.
The moonlight exposed her beautiful complexion
And accentuated her figure
How can I not fall in love with her...

The digital clock reads 4:30, it’s time to leave
I send one last email and sign out of my accounts
I put on my jacket and grab my pack
Hurriedly, I walk down the stairs, out the door and into the car
Work has ended for the day, but I have one last assignment to complete
It’s not an easy task, but it could be worse
I think of the many ways to start my message
And debate whether we should keep in touch
I look back at the time we spent together and how you were with me
One awful moment stands out and suddenly the ongoing debate stops,
A decision is made.
After arriving home, I quickly change into my pyjamas
I turn on my email and review my decision
It’s done. It’s final. I don’t want you in my life.
I think some more about what to say,
Whether I should be kind or just lay it all out.
I check my inbox and see a message from you.
Your email disgusts me.
Another decision is made: I’m breaking someone’s heart tonight.
I start writing my reply. It’s far from nice.
I am fuming. My anger can be felt with every word I type.
I have been nothing but kind to you, even when you were selfish.
Now it’s time I put you in your place and tell you what I really think
About you and all your bulls**t.
After typing a lengthy paragraph filled with vile,
I feel so relieved. But it’s not enough.
I want to say more, but I don’t want to waste another minute on you.
I re-read my message and make some adjustments.
This will do.
I click send,
This one action severs the tie, for good.

I just broke someone’s heart tonight.

My heart and mind live on my burning desire
The very same desire that someone doesn’t want me to acquire.
That someone requires me to be something I’m not
But she doesn’t understand me; she doesn’t know exactly what I want.
I thought I was free, I thought I would be
The one who makes the choice, no one else, just me…

We have all been in a situation or two
Which we consider to be a tragedy
From losing a loved one forever
To saying goodbye to a fury companion
To saying goodbye to someone important who is in pursuit of
Their goals and dreams
We ache over their departure and are scarred by the loss
We try to find the strength to let go and move on
But every attempt to do so is weakened
By the hurt we feel in our hearts
After what seems to be a decade of time has passed
We can finally let go of the hurt we once felt so strongly
For some, just the thought of losing someone or something
So near and dear is to their definition the most epic tragedy
But the greatest tragedy of all I have found is not in losing someone you love,
It's the love one cannot have,
The love not reciprocated
For there is a yearning to fill their world with your unconditional love
And an insatiable hunger for their embrace
All of that which you want cannot be fulfilled
Your love denied, your love perpetually unfurled...

Before I met you every love song sounded empty.
But now, I feel you in every love song I hear.
New and old. On the radio or on my iTunes playlist.
Happy, sad or anything in between.
You are in each word of every love song I hear...

She is smart, independent, driven, attractive
She takes good care of herself
She is very ambitious
She is a woman with power who knows what she wants
She has an exotic complexion and a bold haircut
She loves the ocean and the beach
She is a surfer with a daring attitude
She has a love for cats
She has a preference for the colour black
She lives in a tower seven floors up overlooking the village
She is a girl with edge and a tough exterior
But beneath that toughness, she is broken and hurting
Damaged by two people she loved but betrayed her
Her pain has made her untameable and her heart unobtainable
Nevertheless I still want her, as she is, as opposite as she may be
She has captured my attention and I cannot leave her alone
She is the one I want but she is also the girl I cannot have

...The girl who hurt me by not letting me love her...