I don't even know, what I'm pretending for
While pretending not to love you, I love you all the more.

The entire world at my fingertips and I simply write your name
Countless people in this world, and I fall for one who can't feel the same.

I don't want to remember, I just can't seem to forget,
every single moment, right from the offset.
That look in your eyes, made me feel so bad,
you were beautiful when jealous and now it's just sad.
Every word said on that night, still echoes in mind,
and try as I might, I can't leave it behind.
So a distraction was needed, and perhaps that wrong,
but I remember too much, from your voice to that song.

My cellphone get the kisses,
meant for my love so far away.
It's a long time till I'll see you,
but I'm still waiting for that day.

I don't feel in love, I don't feel lust
But I feel something, I don't trust.
What if I act?, what if I care?
What if she noticed my envious stare?

But I feel great, I feel a crush
Our constant talking, makes me blush.
I've been caring for a while,
And I think she's noticed, my hidden smile

"Why don't you write something happy?"
Because it'd be a lie.
So no I won't write something happy,
not while I want to die.
Poetry isn't something choose,
it isn't just a skill that I use,
I can't make it stop, it's not my choice,
they're not my ideas, they're just in my voice.

I write a thousands stupid words because I don't know what else to do,
and I write them sitting here, pretending I'm not thinking about you.
Pretending I'm not thinking about your eyes that I totally don't miss,
nor thinking about how good it was, that last so desperate kiss.
Nor all those times we spent just laughing in your room,
because I refuse to sink back into depression's cold dark tomb.

My heart bleeds poetry, the way your wrists bleed blood
And so I bled, as my world fell into the mud
Yet I bleed not now, for neither do you,
and you don't care, so you're not going to.
But let it not be said, that I did not try,
I just can't bleed poetry, with a muse that's gone dry

Life is a journey, a road of wonder, and pain,
shame about the destination, I'll never see you again.