Your eyes revealed the truth
The sole that hid beneath the water
Covered by gravel
Unknown like a treasure

You preserve the truth
Trusting it’ll never be established
For it occupied a jewel
One that expresses so much

When we glanced at one  
Your eyes looked past mine
But you glared at your jewel
For your eyes loved her more

You kissed me,
knowing it you wouldn’t be the last.
You loved me,
knowing you wouldn’t be the only one.
You touched me,
Knowing there’s going to be others.
You hurt me,
Thinking I’ll be alright.
You left me,
Thinking there’s someone better.

You say you love me,
But your love feels like death.
Your words are meaningless.
They’re nothing but blurred.

We tangled in the sheets,
twisting the words in my head.
Complicating it’s meaning,
twisting it’s simplicity.

You blocked my thoughts,
with your trail of kisses.
Trailing to a dictionary,
to the truth of the word

Our hands entangled with one,
not able to write what we felt.
No marks were drawn,
to draw that heart.

You blind me with your “love”,
with you I had no sight.
You were that special one,
until I’ve seen.

You claimed to love me,
but your eyes looked past mine.
Not sharing the same love.
My eyes loved you more.

You pushed me aside,
not expressing the love.
That’s when I realized,
your meaning was different than mine

The leaves whisper.
The sky wept.
We stood in black,
mourning for the risk that our love is about to burden.
We gaze at one
and realize, it’s steadily crumbling.


We desperately desire to dig up,
only discovering there’s no value.
No significance, in our memories.
Memories were cherished,
but weren’t treasured.
Momentarily as a love song,
a sorrowful sweet lullaby.

We used to press replay,
just to restart.
To clasp affection newly.
Into the moment we first met,
just to acknowledge what we sense.
To relive what we embraced.

Now we neglect the melody.
To abolish it, before the ache.
Never reliving the bitter end.
Skipping stormy nights we shared as one.
Till the moment we overlook,
there was never hope.


We remain there,
feeling each other’s pain.
Placing roses on its Death,
to personify the love that expired.
The roses disappear,
like how our love did.

In our grasp, we clutch a rose.
Ripping the petals away, saying,
“I love you, I love you not.”
We impair each other,
for only the final petal to be,
“I love you not.”

The last petal drifts down slowly.
We stare within one’s eyes,
knowing it’ll never be the same.
Farewell.