Not angry.
Not sad.
Not broken
Not depressed.
Not upset.
Not even jealous.
I thought I was at first, but I don’t think I am
Because I really meant what I said
Reading that text made me smile
Happy for you
I hope it works out
I’m just a little disappointed.
That’s all.
:(
Repost if you are a little crestfallen.
Please comment I love to read interpretations of my poetry, and anything else! Stories, suggestions, etc. anything really.

Was reading past emails again...
got really blushy and embarrassed
just like the first time I ever read your replies...
I wanna cry now... I miss you so badly.
Not the flirting, not your adventures,
but I miss the way you made me feel:
important.
You made me feel like someone wants me for once,
and sees me the way I see them,
in that wonder, with that intensity.
I hope you're okay, mon cher.
I want to be the one that carry your worries,
to help you through tough times.
Sometimes, it's better to worry about someone else
than yourself.
In fact I prefer it.

Did I say I miss you yet?

It's been hell on this earth
Since I fell on this earth

I think I've been cursed
All I do is curse

I'm always thinking
I must be tweaking
I see vision of my mother being beating

My heart is sinking
Like the Titanic ship

From negative relationship
I'm shook
I'm broken

It's rope around neck
I can't breathe, I'm choking
My heart is of made of glass
Its broken

I'm hurting
I'm dying
My soul is crying

Praying my past, pain, and sorrow
Goes away by tomorrow

These feelings I still Harbor
I need to let go
But I can't
I'm Hoarder of past memories and emotions

Of pain and rage
I'm trapped in cage
I'm going insane

This misery and pain
Burns like acid rain

When I was sixteen years old
THE first Girlfriend I ever, left me for another GIRL

It's was like my world started to spin backwards
I was depressed and stress
I just wanted rest
Because my heart was ripped out of my chest

I didn't want to come of out my room
I became a cocoon
Living in a dark tomb

Justin Timberlake
Couldn't cry these rivers

I couldn't face my reflection
I hated myself
I didn't love myself

It came to a point in time,I had to let this point go
Walked passed a mirror and I heard God say

My son you're BEAUTIFUL
YOU CAN LET THE PAST GO
DONT LIVE IN YESTERDAY SORROW
I PROMISE YOU IT WILL BE BETTER DAY TOMORROW

I have broken out of my cocoon
Now I am beautiful butterfly

Now I can fly through the sky
No more tears in my eyes
No more pain in my chest

I'm 26 now I can put this sorrow to rest

By Chris Exton

I told him,
"If I could, I would gouge out my eyes,
so that you can see what I see.
I would rip out my heart,
so you could see who it really beats for."

He told me,
"If I could, I would chop off my hands,
so that you could touch heaven.
I would peel off my skin,
so you can be warm."

We traded our bodies,
and we learned where we stood.
I had the smell of his skin;
he had the beating of my heart.