Sometimes I stop and ask myself,
was the poetry worth
the pain
in the end?

It was a peaceful night
You came knocking on my door
I peeked from the small hole to see your face
You smiled
I wanted to see more clearly
I opened the door carefully
It was you.
Someone that I once dreamed about
but now standing right in front of me

You asked if I was bothered
I just smiled
You started to talk about stuffs
I can't believe how comfortable I was

until one day,
you didn't show up anymore

I was confused
why? I wanted to see you

then I realize this strange feeling
I missed you

I decided to stroll around the lake
I froze.
You were standing there
looking nice, as usual

I patted your back and
smiled as you turn around

that's not the smile I used to see, I thought.

and I was right
he's not the same person anymore

counting,
waiting,
contemplating,

all this time
is quickly
fading

blinking
staring
strength is wearing

time goes by
much to fast
nothing ever seems to last

breathing
falling
death is calling

breathe in
breath out
no time for doubt

Others may read what I write,
but I write for you...

At the end of the day, you're the only one sleeping.

My eyes watery, your eyes closed;

My brain racing and yours doesn't know.

It is the fact that you don't notice it.
You can't seem to notice how it hurts,
even if it is such a tiny thing you have done.
I am seeing it happen,
watching it unfold before my eyes.
I know what is going on,
I know she still thinks of you,
and you still think of her.
How could you let me love you for this long,
and think about someone else.
I will not show how hurt I am to you,
you would think I am irrational.
The only part I don't understand is,
how could you let this happen so freely?
I am typing this and feeling my heart break a little bit more.
My eyes are quivering to hold back the tears.
I am writing this as I look at you.
I am writing this as you look at her.

I could never be calmed
by one who's in control

I could never be taught
by one who has it all

I could never be filled
by one whose heart is whole

But I could only be healed
by another broken soul

©

"my parents warned me about drugs on the street, but never the ones with green eyes and a heartbeat."