I never really noticed you that first day,
although I'm sure my eyes went past you.
But I remember clearly when I sat next to you.
You immediately asked me about that guy I was related to.
"He's my cousin."
"Our dads are brothers."
We share the same surname that's why you even bothered.
From then on we were friends.
You even share your math answers when it depends.
I felt happy when you're around.
Like the world around us holds no bounds.

Sooner the word friends didn't matter anymore.
Because I knew right then that I like you.
Why wouldn't I?
You were funny and kind and smart.
The feeling when I talk to you is like when you set off to space,
no gravity takes place.

But I told my heart to stop.
To not give in just too abrupt.
Because I know what lies in the future.
It's a perfect recipe for disaster.
Yet my heart betrays me.

I know I still love you because I do.
Because when you talk to me I still have that feeling that I might faint any minute soon.

I do because I still write poems about you.
I spend the night forming coherent words for the unlikely encounter tomorrow at school.

I know because I can still hear that thump thump thump whenever you come close,
and that erratic breathing coming out through my nose.

It's the way I can't concentrate during Algebra,
because instead of numbers and figures I think of You.

I know because I wouldn't be up this late.
Trust me, I still do.

Maybe it’s the way you held your head when you speak.
Or the way your voice sounded like you’ve never had a nervous day.
But maybe it’s the way I know you could see the stars at daytime
And the sky when it’s not as blue as it is.

The syllables of your name stretched like the British Empire.
Everybody else missed it at first
But I caught it the moment you pronounced the first letter.
I couldn’t get it out of my head.
I kept repeating it and it melted like honey on my tongue.

You spared me a glance,
that day when I was walking downtown.
Both of us didn’t know what to do
So we left ourselves hanging, in space and in time.

But you don’t even know my name
You don’t even know my name…yet
You still don’t know how I know that you will be
Somehow, this tragic love story waiting to happen

Because trust me when I say this
There hasn’t been any that ended well
There hasn’t been any that stuck for good.
I know you’ll tear my heart

And I’ll write you petty poems
I’ll find the perfect songs
And I’ll sing about you
Even when I know you’ll be
Another tragic love story waiting to happen.

Yesterday I caught you staring.
Was it just me or did you look away?

Right now I see you smiling.
You caught me staring, my turn to look away.

Sure enough we were dancing.
When one of us pressed play.

I suggest this dance should stop right now,
so we can both start to sway (for real).

First you say you need me
   and then you say you don't.
Before you longed for my love,
   but now you're better off.

You send me the wrong signals
   every single time we talk.
You told me you feel something,
   but now it's just a thought.

You took me to that greatest sea
I looked at you, you smiled at me
I started freezing you held me close
I don’t ever want to see you go

It started on a hot month of May
But ended on the last summer day
And as you crossed the block watching me
I moved towards the sycamore tree

“Hi” was the first word you said
I thought you’d say something else
It’s been a long time since then,
That we’d talk about ourselves

I bit my lip not knowing what to say
You moved towards me and asked slowly:
“Where were you these past few days?”
“I don’t know”, I sighed heavily

I hope that you really understand
It’s hard to love someone innocent
You were popular, good looking too
While I did nothing good to you

But I know you loved me like no one else did
You treat me like I wasn’t just any kid
I was afraid of what everybody thinks
That’s why I avoided you relentlessly

I’m sorry that was just a summer love
It could disappear and fly like a dove
It was fast paced and quick moving
But let’s just say it was life changing

Neither of us spoke of it.
Neither of us will speak.

Anyone can be a stranger,
but no one can stir this ship.

A fragile line is drawn across from us
with enamel paint in it.

It's easy to say it's over
but it's difficult to believe.

When I gave my love to you
It was something for you to keep,

Tomorrow we shall speak
   of old flames and callous dreams.

Tomorrow I shall be brave
   to face the neanderthals from the cave

Tomorrow we shall ponder
   on our feelings for each other

Today we shall be honest
   lest we should do the best

Dear Nichol,
I've written you a lot of literature for the past four years.
I've gone through the past so many times.
From the way I fell for you, to the heartache you've caused me.
My love for you is beautiful, painful and everything else in between.
I have loved you, hated you and loved you again.
Love, hate, love, hate, love.
See? My feelings were never consistent,
but whenever I hate you, I turn back to loving you once more.
I just wonder how I affect you.
If I ever had an impact on you.
Even a tiny bit.
Do you like me?
Well, I shouldn't really push.

The way you laugh says it all.
It warms my day when I see you.
The noise, the clamor, and the chaos don't matter,
because I love You and everything else is just a speck.

Must I be lonely without you
or shall I be happy to be free?
Can I handle the pain of the truth
or should I move on with pride and glee?

I am what I am and you are what you are
but the sky is as pale as my face.

You speak what you want and I say what I feel
yet you choose to discard my heart.

I've set it out to the wild for the world to understand
that my heart is for you alone.

Yet you completely ignore it and it makes no sense
to have you near me once more.

Shattered into pieces, bit by bit,
you broke me like a promise.