I write all these stories where there is a romantic aspect to it
and it makes me wish
that I had a love life

Maybe if I turn the music up loud enough,
I won't hear the silence in my head,
Or feel the emptiness inside.
That's what music is, right?
It fills the holes,
A dose of emotion for the emotionless.

I have not forgotten all of you
You are all memorable to me
I think of you with every note I take
I am reminded of you with every book I read
I think of all of you with every paper I try to write
I think of all of you, my friends so much
I miss you all so much ,that it makes it difficult to accomplish everything
because I would rather be reading and writing poetry

I looked at you tonight and I saw you.
Not the you that's in a photo, or the you at work,
I saw you.
I saw those brown eyes with lashes curled
I saw your soft brown hair flopping over those eyes.
Those eyes that wear glasses, to me a perfect imperfection.
You stared at the distance, seeing nothing at all, yet,
understanding everything.
Slowly with the hands of a pianist you ran your fingers through your hair and took those glasses off.
Yet, still the bewildered stare.
I'd like to say, that, your not seeing me let me in.
I saw your irritating habits;
(i) not pairing socks
(ii) squeezing the toothpaste from the middle
(iii) not clearing away as you cook
(iv) hating my choice of music
(v) hating vegetables
(vi) loving me
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The list of perfect imperfections goes on,
but as I watch you staring at nothing,
I would say perfection is overrated
You are my perfection.
I'm sorry I had to go and leave you
Life isn't perfect, and neither is death.
And as I watch your tears fall
I realise I only had one perfect imperfection: you.