literature has many uses in life
but I like literature for one thing,
love.

Sometimes I look back at time and remember why I like literature,
it reminds me of you.

The way you wrote poems and stories,
the way your writing expressed your feelings
helped me realize you always loved me.

You wrote me poems and poems expressing your feelings,
at the time I was an idiot that didn't understand
literature.

I now love literature but it's too late now.

I was late on catching your feelings,
And now i know you loved me
But it's late,
You moved on.

It's the first snow of winter today
for the first time this year,
it felt like something was missing.

The snow was calm and steady,
soft and melty.

It was delicate with every touch,
every touch of snow I felt reminded me of tears
tears that brought me back to reality.

I was really missing something,
no not something.

I was missing someone,
I was missing you.

I never really hated the rain,
until I met you.

You loved the rain,
so did I.

You took me out on rainy days,
went on walks in the rain,
even danced in the rain.

Now I see you with another girl doing the same things,
now I hate the rain,
more than I hate you for leaving.

The flowers in the flower vase
Red and withered
On the table where I stand.

The flowers that have been there since the day you left
A year ago
On the same table you placed them.

Every Time the date turns 14
Of February it hits
reality hits.

You left me,
and left those flowers there as an apology.

Now everytime its valentines I remember the day you left my life,
leaving me alone with the memories of you when you loved me.

I remember the day I met you
your smile,
Your laugh,
your personality.

I feel for you,
I was blinded by love that I didn't realize,
I was wrong.

I never wanted to fall for you,
never wanted to be hurt by you.

I was blinded when you said I was the only one, I thought you were right.

But no
I was wrong,
I was just someone you played with just like the rest of them.

He was a boy I fell for,
I loved him,
But he didn't know.

He was always clueless and I loved that,
But I wasn't the only one,
There was more.

Other girls who loved him the same way I did,
I told a friend my feelings,
I thought she will support me.

I was wrong,
She loved him as well.

I told him how I feel for him,
But he didn't feel the same.

He loved her
not me,
I spent days feelings guilty for liking someone who doesn't belong to me.

I blamed myself for everything
And it was all because I liked a boy.