The difference between you and I is
You don't believe in remorse or regrets
and








I do.

is it bad that i read my own poetry and cry?
and feel sorry for the person going through the pain?
is it silly that i feel more when i read these then when i breathe?
that my emotion is only in these poems you read?

for so long i thought i needed someone to feel
that cutting was a way to actually have a reason to cry
but these poems, the more i read the more i weep
for this lost girl with so much heart break.

who is she? who am i? why am i so sad?
this is all answered in my poems,
bad break ups, parents, life... they take a toll on you
but why am i, the way i am?

...
One day
When all events will be finished,
Then you will see
Over and over again
Is this why the door closed,
By that time the window next to
The road is full of trash

Little by little
I will be almost removed
From your mind
Then Red Sun will be appeared
In a new horizon,
The birds will sing the same as before
You will laugh
For some reason mystery

Flowers will be dancing
Before you
You will be singing with someone
Highborn
Moonlight will brighten
Your night
And your Sky will be filled with
Full of dreams

But then you will not feel the,
Moonlit wet night
As your first feeling flourished
Like a Red Rose,
Either an Evergreen Love Song
Or As a Romantic Poem,
Hold your hands in a way
That will be mystic wandering

Remember My Darling,
And then I will exist
Thousands of Millions of miles
Away from you,
As a Bright Star
Will be burned myself
And be Fallen as dust
On your Eyes-
...
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

he told me those were my best feature
that no matter what, he always was lost in them
"theyre like a beautiful murky pond"
           he said that to me once and i punched his arm.

i didn't think a friendship would really ever end
but i never thought he would love me
"let me show what its like to be treated right"
         he said that and i was speechless and in shock.

we were best friends for a little over a year
at one point hed seen my heart broken 4 times
"why don't you ever date a decent guy"
       he said that while i cried into his shoulder for hours.

this guy, my best friend, he meant the world to me
one moment we were planning our future
"our kids will be best friends"
     he said that, and i really believed him.

then i started dating another bad guy
and he was so mad at me, again...
"i cant believe youre doing this, him or me?"
    he said that, and it was then that i walked away.

my eyes, theyre not that special, i see that now
but they are the gateway to the soul and mine is black, like my eyes
"so this is really it? were over?"
     he said this, and i nodded, never turning around.