Words.
Unspoken.
Shouts.
Head.

Why do people come,
To make me laugh?
To know me?
To befriend me?
To love me?

Why do people come and go?

To make me laugh,
Then make me cry?

To know me,
Then criticize me?

To befriend me,
Then never trust me?

To love me,
Then I'll love you,
Then we'll be happy,
Then leave me,
Then forget me?

Why a blank stare?
Why just a blank stare?
Why be the hardest blank to fill?
What does it supposed to mean?
I guess I'll just stare at you,
Blankly.

You killed me,
With wounding words,
Deeply pressed on my chest,
Piercing the treasure,
That treasure we used to share.
That treasure that you stole,
You, heartless murderer!

You left me with open wounds,
With poignant scars of you.
Just staring at me,
With much hatred,
You left me dead.

Alone.
Hopeless.
Sad.
Gloomy.
Dark.
Dead.

Curse you my murderer!
My ever loving murderer...

I hate your voice so gentle,
And how your eyes look at me.
It's just so awkward,
Seeing you face to face,
Listening to your sweet lyrical voice.
I hate how you smile,
With your most awesome lips.

Now I'm just saying this,
For you to understand,
What I really felt with you.
I'm just really nervous seeing you,
Or it's just my heart, beating so fast,
A sign of being in love with you.

I may not be sending to one person,
But trust me, right now, it's you.
I was inspired by you to create this,
For the special one I ever dreamed of.

My love may come too soon,
Or later than I expected,
But how I wish he's you.

I will start by saying this,
3 words and 8 letters,
I love you.