I always stood and faced you
I never turned my back
looking as you walked away
Now I only see your tracks
becoming weathered, cracked
with a blackened plaque
No reason, but still I stay
still, silent, intact.

Like a
crooked
tooth
she played
on his
mind
just
enough
to keep
him
from
smiling...

enchanted was he for her eyes were seemingly like a dream paradise.
he drew himself closer and closer till their lips touched
then viciously bit and filled her with tragical lies.

tormented was she for her eyes were seemingly like a fiery inferno.
it were once flourished with ravishing and unwavering beauty
and all that was left in her was the bitterness of his memories.

You're a one night stand
But we spent too many nights
I lost count of it.

You're that unexpected kiss
On a drunken wasted night
Of vomits and *****.

You're that awkward hi
Exchanged by strangers who
Thought they both knew each other
But were clearly mistaken for another.

You're the bruise that turns blue
When I accidentally bump my leg
On the corner of the bed.

You're the scar that I never
Knew I had.

You're the bittersweet taste in
My mouth every morning.

You're the last thought lingering
In my head before slumber takes me
And you're the vagueness that
Haunts me in my dreams.

You're the scalding hot shower
In a cold freezing morning.

You're the boiling tea that numbs
My tongue for the rest of the day.

You're the obsession
I will never learn to let go of.

You're that person I will
Never get to call mine.

You're the one that got away.

"It's not you, It's me."
such clichéd lines to be told.

I can still remember the look on your face
when you sighed and let loose all your demons
The curve of your lips slowly taking the form of a
crescent moon turned upside down.
The glitter I used to see in your eyes were no longer there
instead, I saw a pool of clear water finding its escape
through your eyes I used to call *mine
But then, in the middle of your unending gaze
I lifted my hands to meet your once warm cheeks
only to collide with your now moist cheeks probably wet from crying


It was when I was cupping your face in my hands
I finally felt how cold you were under my touch
how you try to loosen our tight clasped hands
how you try to look away whenever I try to see your soul through your eyes

how it took you a long time to respond to my i love yous

as clichéd as this may be
it was you, not me
who turned our little something to mere nothing
*and I hate you for that