I don't really know what to write anymore
I've got bits and bobs and puzzling pieces of poems
Floating through my mind
But I can't put them to paper
I know what to say and how and why
But cannot
I could write about love and life,
But I'm tired of that
I can write about butterflies and doodles of
Flying cheesy donuts or a land whale
But nope. That's too boring for me for now
Lethargy and apathy are taking over for now
So my inspiration tree is a little wilted.
So here's to another lack-of-inspiration poem
And another ode to boredom.

Laying down, I recollect.
Your sparkling eyes.
As the full moon shines in the night.
As the cool breeze ******.

It was no coincidence we met.
No, it was a destiny decided before time.

One regretful step at a time,
This lonely path grows longer,
As the steps take away from you.

I don't want to forget you completely without a trace,
Not your gentle and kind words, nor those perfect eyes that I loved.

May I go on believing that we would meet once again?

Maybe one day on the other side of the world,
When I turn around with tear filled eyes.

With all my heart, I wish I could laugh with you once more.
Even if I know this is a dream that cannot become true.

Step by step my memories fade,
Maybe one day on the other side of the world,
We may meet and I will not know you,
Forgotten your face and story.

Maybe you,
Are nothing but just a memory.

I followed the stars
of the late night skies
and the raging waves
of the deep seas of blue
that didn't lead me
back to you

Crystalline shards, we are what we choose to be..
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                                                                ­     .  .   at my own feet.. ..

As I drink a warm cup of coffee on a cold day I sit back and think about us.
How I used to wait for you to get back home so we could spend a couple hours together, chatting our worries away, before I had to leave until the next day.
How we managed to make Skype seem naughty.
How we longed to be finally together someday.

It was never easy living an ocean away, but we sure tried our best to make it work... and it did.
We found love in the strangest place, and we couldn't be happier.
You made me smile. I made you smile. It couldn't get any better than that.
But all good things must come to an end someday.

Nothing lasts forever, no matter how much we promised each other it would.
Things change.
Mistakes are made.
Hearts are broken.
Tears are shed.
In the end it's all a part of life we all dread, but must face sooner or later.

As I gaze at the fire, consuming the wood in a divine dance of death, I realize that it was all for the best.
I wasn't the one you loved in the beginning anymore.
I hurt you so many times it was only right to end it all.

I apologize for all the pain I caused you, and wish you the best in this future without me.
You'll do better this way.

For me, I'll just be happy as long as you are.
I learned to be another me, the best me I can possibly be, and it's all thanks to you.
Now it's time to make my life away from you, even though I'll miss you.
I now know things had to be this way, but I wish we hadn't said goodbye before we met.

Physically,
She sits in front of you in math.
She's right in front of you,
In this tired town,
Wishing she wasn't.

Mentally,
She's dreaming.
Fantasying of the places she'd rather be.

Some nights I lie awake,
Wondering about the future.
The late night slips into early hours of the morning,
And I'm still undecided about everything.