I have never really been into poetry,
Nor have I been into theater.
I was never interested in animated films,
Or movies in general
And music was just a hobby for me

Then I met you...

And now it seems as if,
I have found myself remembering you, by just listening to music,
And spending many nights, sleepless and lorn.

I'm patiently waiting for the next blockbuster hit
To appear in cinemas, so that I may ask you
For a single day together, once again.

Now my ambition is to create a cartoon,
Similar to that of Ghibli's, because you had me by a thread,
On that day we watched Spirited together.

I became the stage manager of a production,
Worked hard so I could make you say
That you were proud of me, but more than that was
To simply make you something beautiful.

And now all I can do
Is write poetry,
Every time,
I think of you.

My friend once told me that being attracted to a girl
Always starts by seeing how pretty she looks.
Eyes glued to curves like it was a math exam.
You won't get it till you've analyzed it.
Thoughts bursting with vivid images of someone
You hardly even know.
Already unraveling the endless possibilities or maybe just the clothes.
Imagining how you would spend time together or even forever.
All of that in just a couple of seconds each time a girl walks by.
Then,
I explain to him,
What I saw was how angelic her voice sounded like.
She sang endlessly as her melody repeats
Uncontrollably in my thoughts to my ears.
How caring she could be even of the slightest of troubles.
Constantly asking me how I was even though
She was starting to annoy me.  
How her kindness would render everyone happiness and comfort.
Her heart full of warmth similar to that of a
Hearth next to a fireplace blazing and flaring not wanting
Anyone to feel like frost icing
How she danced and ambled her way
Through the stage "literally" killing everyone.
How she made me feel joyous even with just her presence.
How she made me realize that the essence of falling in love was not Exactly a bad thing
And how she also made me realize that falling in love was a
Really bad thing,
But above all that, it was how she made me.
Me to who I am.
Only then did I realize,
Oh wow she's really pretty

It took me months to find the words
Months to cotemplate
And months to say
How much I loved you

I realized after a year
That those months
Never mattered
If until now

I am still in love with you

You come home late at night
After a tiring day;
Wash up, bathe and rinse.
Ate that left over dinner
Your mother prepared for you.
Go on your bed
Preparing to sleep.
Wanting to sleep.
Couldn't sleep.
She's keeping you awake isn't she?
Strolling through your thoughts;
Her laughter echoes and wavers.
Your thoughts are emptied,
Except for her.
Took a few shots of that old bottle of whiskey
You had stored for better days.
Hoping for her to disappear
From your thoughts;
As well as in reality.
It's 4am yet you're wide awake.
Emotions are still firing.
You feel heavy;
Wanting her,
Missing her.
You can't ever be with her...
5am drowsiness gets the upper hand
You fall asleep
Only to wake up the next morning
You see her again

Where did you go,
Barefoot and mysterious.
The storm of fate
Has brought me to the heat of your arms.
Why don't you say
What you cannot admit.
Will you let the air just do away with it?
Do not be afraid;
These whispers of feelings.
I'm listening to you.

There's no doubt,
That one day you'll read my words;
And see each of my fabricated worlds.
Everything I've been wanting to show
Say, feel, and hold
To these months, years and days;
Even the hours, minutes and seconds
That I've been by your side.

One day, you asked me for a favor;
If I could help you prepare
To be the happiest person,
In his world

You left me skipping through my worlds;
Re-reading your words.
Saying,
"I love you"

I'm not sad that you're with him
Nor am I dismal that he's with you
I'm devastated at the reality
You'll never be mine.
And I'll never be yours,

Here I am
Lying in bed

Still trying to see
if I can count to ten

One, two, three
Why do you do this to me

Four, five, six
You had my feelings mixed

Seven, eight, nine
Hope you can still be mine

Ten...
Wishing we still can

How about we give it a shot
To try to change the scenes
Of all these heartache themes
All over this website's feed

We start this off
Sitting on the roof deck
Just staring into the bright red
Horizon's heavenly sunrise

A great breakfast buffet
Right beside an orchestral gig
Only just for us they sing
Our heart's connection

We continue the day flying
Soaring through the minutes
Hours and seconds not wasted
All because you're by my side...

**** I failed...

It took me weeks to months
To simply contemplate
My words to sentences
So I can express
How much you mean to me

It took you a minute
To give me a bright white rose
Just to tell me
How you feel
And how to never be
Seen again

Wake up at dusk
Hazy and daze
You scroll through memories
Consider it twilight
You forgot about her
But you feel discomfort
You're hearts in agony
Because you left her there

You took me by a glass
Filled it to the brim
Till one small slip
A single drop
And the rest will follow

I thought it was about to end
Just like a season that has passed by
Waiting for the perfect moment
Which I've lived countless times

I never hoped for a closing statement
Because I knew it was not existent
I hoped for it to just fade
Into a beautiful cascade

Then I saw you once again
Everything I've ever hoped for
Has gone and reset

I really wanted to forget
But I saw you
And remembered

You start the day waking up in blight

Staring at the ceiling, neither nor bright

struggling yourself left and right

feeling down and never delight

You gaze at your left to a wonderful sight

A hand has reached out

Grabbing it without doubt

You’ve sat down with a straight spine

Everything seemed all fine

Pulling you to a bright light

A dazzle you’ve been waiting for a long time

A pious voice whispers “You are safe”

But many screams “Farewell”

A great epiphany hits

You’ve lost your tomorrow.

At first I thought it was nothing
For you to plant that small seedling
Not knowing what it was
Waiting for it to grow
I suddenly felt
This great urge to know

I picked up a rose and searched for you
Place after place, day after day
The rose starts to shrivel and wither

It seems like the seedling you've sowed
Has sprouted to something yet unknown
To my surprise you've planted a heart
But you never cared for it
You left it alone
As it also withered