when the shadows chase
the sunlight away,
i am wide awake,
listening to the clock
imitate the every beat
of my pounding heart.

every tick, every tock
my heartbeat becomes
fainter and fainter
then it stops.
at that second i know,
our time is up.

perhaps i'm still here
to make sense of what isn't,
of what we aren't
and leave the truth behind.

i know you're leaving
but i'm looking at the other way.

if you ask me if i'm fine,
i won't lie and i'd say no,
i am not.

if you ask me if i've found someone else
i'd smile and i'd say no,
it's still you.

if you ask me if i still feel the same way,
i'd smile and i'd say yes,
it never changed.

if you ask me a question,
i'd always have an answer that
i've always had stuck in the back of my mind,
and that answer is you.

so please ask me,
because i won't.

ask me please,
ask me if i still love you.

if you would,
i'd say i do.

but even if you won't,
i'd still do.

you and i are two different souls,
living on two separate worlds
that collided once
just to be parted
and never meet again.

my ink-stained fingers
are starting to itch for your touch
these lanky arms miss
encircling your plump waist
my heart no longer feels home
at my own chest

it's strange that i long for
those i've never known

my cheeks may be stained by tears,
my heart may be filled with scars,
and my head may still be spinning with the thoughts of you
but i'll continue to stand on my feet
unless you choose to destroy me completely.

isn't it fun to
believe in things that aren't
real? fate. soulmates. you.

you are still tearing
me apart and yet, you are
not aware of it.

when my heart bleeds ink,
and when my pen sheds blood, please
know it's about you.

here i am again,
trying to fill the crevices you've left
not on my heart alone,
but on every piece of my being.

if only my unreciprocated love
would cause me to throw up flowers,
you'd wake up to a garden and
see the beauty of the pain you've caused.