Eyes can talk,
But we never met each other so,
He could never read my eyes speak.
Could never see my eyes speaking
the words of love to him;

He could never see my eyes sparkling whenever I viewed, read his messages.

All for once, i wished he could see,
The foreshaking love I HAD for him.

Eyes never lie
Then was it hallucination, or just my delusional mind?
That I thought he was in love with me!

Was it just a matter of pretend?
Pretend to love me so as to get me,
I might say my body..

What was it that I saw his eyes full of love for me?
His actions that I mistook for,
To bring the world for me.

If only I knew that eyes sometimes lies,
Sometimes betray.

If I could ever be your love,
I would gladly miss that chance.
Loving you was a great feeling,
But not a great experience.

The wounds in my heart and
My body, that you gave,
Will always keep me out of love,
From you.

I guess love wasn't a thing between us,
But what was it?
Wasn't it love?
Didn't I love you?

Physically,mentally, theoretically,
practically, PAINFULLY,

I was all yours,
I became yours,
But you didn't had the same intention as me....
And thus,
If I could ever be your love,
I would gladly miss that Chance.

Not because I don't love you or,
Don't want to be with you, but
Love can never be forced and,
I understand that,
That you could never love me as I do nor even try to.


By arobeum(my pen name)

It ends with us.
No, it doesn't.
It ends with you,
Being with her!
It never ends with me!
I am still at the shore,
Where you told me to wait for you.
It never ended with me,
And will never end with me.
It only ended with you,
To you.

You broke me to the point that I can't bring myself to heal again.
My heart has been crushed by you  and your doings.

But it's completely fine.
I am fine to be broke by you.
I can endure it all,
as long it's you.

I am holding onto the thorns of the rose,
It pains me, I bleed, I cry.

It pains me, I bleed, I cry,
Yet I am still holding onto it.

I am so bewitched by its beauty,
That I didn't notice it slowly withering,

I was so into loving it,
That I didn't notice, it isn't immortal,
And it will wither,
Breaking my soul.

It pains me, I bleed, I cry
Not because of the thorns but it withering.

Just as it,
I was so into loving him,
I didn't notice his love withering,
I forgot one's love isn't always immortal as mine is.
I didn't see him leave.....
Breaking my soul.

It pains me, I bleed, I cry
Not because him leaving me is painful,
But him not loving me as I love him is.