My lungs breathed in disdain
Whem you mentioned her name
And that's when I knew
I had to stay away from you

.
.
.

To my sister's flower painting
A canvas only half full
With the beautiful strokes and lines
What use are roses and daisies
When half the canvas is white.

To my brother's academic life
As he studied many nights
He wanted a college degree
But it required four years
And he could only give three.

To my Aunt's first novel
That sits with thirty-three chapters
She said there'd be forty-four
But she died before
She could write them all.

To all the unfinished things
To those who couldn't touch their dreams
To those who didn't get their happy endings
To you and me.

The busy streets outside
Are muted by the radio.
Fancy cafes are far from reach;
Fast food's the place we go.

We both belong to provinces
At this time the cars are parked at home.
If it were any other day
We'd be lying on our beds alone.

But we stole a little moment,
We took what we could get.
We've got twenty minutes at McDonald's
To make memories we can't forget.

My head draws me a future
And it's filled with misery.
The only outcome I predict
Is a friend too far from me.

I am irrationally jealous
Of the new people you'll face
Anxiety dictates
One of them take my place

And it used to bother me,
How much I trusted you.
I'd found a genuine friend
In a world filled with fools.

But I have learned to let go.
I know you cannot stay.
No matter what I want,
I cannot fight this fate.

But I can treasure these minutes,
They don't need to be intense.
Conversations with you
Will stay long in my head.

I won't tell you I love you,
That you're far more than a friend.
How unwise it would be
To start something that has to end.

Tomorrow I bid farewell
The hopes my heart had set on you.
The way I marvel at your simplest move,
You'll remain without a clue.

But I'll memorize this moment
And the smile in your face.
We've created a happy memory
At 9:28

Silence
Was my reply
When you told me you loved me.
Time stood still for us two
As I pondered on the thought
Of being deceitful
Or being true.
You on the revelation
That maybe--
Or perhaps
What I felt for you
Was temporary.

Not a word came out of our mouths
And my silence echoed through our heads
As finally you realized
Just what my silence meant.

Her pretty face
Should've stayed away
He was always mine.

You do not know
How far I'll go
For your love to decline.

This dance I've swayed,
This game I've played,
***** tricks I'll use.

You've been warned
Next time I'll harm
Be thankful you're just bruised.

He was a novel

I was the chapter

I begged

And begged

to be his happy ending.