She asked for my help
To stay by her side
I just smiled and told her
Everything will be alright

I grabbed her hand, I held it tight
She asked me to sing her a lullaby
I did,I sang her favorite song
When I finished singing, I realized she was gone

She was smiling, her eyes closed
She went off peacefully, a silent death
She didn't say nor hear the word goodbye
It was painful for me to just let her slip by

I remember the time, and the place
And even the clothes she had on that cold winter night
That was the first time I met her, in an unexpected way
Yet, it felt planned like it was no accident

I was buying gifts for my family and friends
In a local store down the street
Down the shelf of trinkets and presents
I saw a doll my niece had always wanted

It was the last one there, and seeing no one else
I reached for the doll, ready to get it with my hand
However, it looked like I was not alone
There was another woman, who wanted it as well.

Being the man that I was, I let her take it
She told me it's mine, but I insisted she take it
Not wanting to feel guilty, she asked me to dinner
To repay me for giving her the doll we both wanted

I was hesitant at first, but I gave in
She was happy with my reply, joyful even
I just smiled, I realized how beautiful she was
We found a restaurant, and hastily went in

We talked the whole night, like friends reunited
When in truth, we had just met by accident
Annie was her name, and I never forgot it
The night passed by with us talking and laughing

I felt weird, not knowing what it was
It wasn't bad, it was actually the best feeling I've ever had
We had to part, as the night grew deep
But not before I asked for another time for us to meet

Weeks passed by, she and I just fell
For each other, not noticing at first
But slowly we realized our feelings for each other
And at the same time, confessed our love for one another

I was happy that time
Happier than I have ever been in my entire life
But unfortunately, the universe had other plans for me
And also for my dear sweet Annie.

About a year after we first met
On her way to the restaurant we had set
For a date to celebrate the day we met
She met a horrible and tragic accident

She was ran over by a car that lost control
Due to the wet, slippery road
And came speeding towards her direction
Soon screams and sirens were heard

I was contacted by her mother of what had taken place
And told me Annie was in a critical state
I frantically asked where she was now
I heard hospital, there was only one in town

I rushed to her, wanting to see if she's okay
I got to her room, everything seemed alright
I saw the doctor, and asked if she's fine
He just pat my shoulder, and gave off a sigh

I went to her and slowly stroked her hair
Waiting for her to wake up, or show signs she's still there
She did, and she gave a weak smile
And shed a single tear that slid down her eye

She asked for my help
To stay by her side
I just smiled and told her
Everything will be alright
But now, I know that I had lied

Is it love?
When you start writing her name with a razor instead of a pen,
is it still love?

As I am writing this poem
I sit alone...
In a messy room upon a messy bed
I'm trying to write the emotions of my crumbled heart
And answer the questions I shouldn't have to ask myself

Whats wrong with me?
Why am I unloved?
Why do I push people away?
Why am I not enough?
Why am I the one who hurts?

I feel as if I'm the forgotten puzzle peice
The peice no one knows is missing
And that there can't even describe what I am feeling
My heart yearns to be noticed
But instead it's left to be bitter and cold

I feel the need to claw at my skin
Shovel tears out of my eyes
Maybe then I won't cry anymore
From all the loneliness
That seems to envelope my soul

Is it too much to ask to be loved?
If it is then I'll continue to sit here alone
In a messy room upon a messy bed
Trying to write the emotions of my crumbled heart
And answer the questions I shouldn't have to ask myself

I am stuck in an overture
of what it's worth of being sure
that the smoked had cleared
on headroom left nothing but feared.

I am dreading a crossroad path,
tell me what good can I get from that?
As long as this insecurity subsides
I shall tread the least before I tried.

I tend to settle with what I felt eased,
since the light shown upon me makes it's way east;
to abide by my nailed perception of reality
thus I have obscured the fact that I wrote such finality.