I miss the way you made me feel,
and the way you made me smile.
The way you'd always say my name,
it made me feel alright.
I miss the way you'd say goodnight,
and the way you made me blush.
I miss the way we could have been,
and all we used to mean.
I'm sorry for all the things I said,
I really was quite cruel.
I don't expect you to take me back,
but at least acknowledge me.
Know deep in my heart,
I beg you to forgive me.

You say these spiteful words
(though some say you still love me)
You change into the monster you said
you'd never be,
when you said you'd never hurt me.

But what am I supposed to do
when for the last half-year
its always been
You.
Only you.

And now I'm expected to hold my ground
while you and your friends try
to bury me
Beneath it.
The world has turned
Into the black
Dark
You promised
would stay away from me
This time.

'This time it'll be different'
You hear a naive
Young girl
say.

Maybe next time'll be different
But not today.

Today
I must learn to stand.
Not fall.
To heal my aching heart.
Not watch it break.

I must learn that there are
Bigger things
In life,
And that just
One loss
Won't- no, shouldn't- shape me for
the rest of my life.
My life is mine,
And yours is out of sight, out of mind.

You say these spiteful words
(though some say you still love me)
You change into the monster you said
you'd never be,
when you said you'd never hurt me.

But what am I supposed to do
when for the last half-year
its always been
You.
Only you.

And now I'm expected to hold my ground
while you and your friends try
to bury me
Beneath it.
The world has turned
Into the black
Dark
You promised
would stay away from me
This time.

Since the day I met you
I've failed to flow rationally.

You challenge my mind
(One of few, my dear),
Yet you play with my heart.

I don't know if you know this
yet
but I would happily turn our jokes
of love and marriage,
our hypothetical daydreams,
Into reality
-should society permit.

But I know these dreams:
my happy nights;
your morning messages,
they are just dreams.

And without you,
I must learn to flow
like I did before.

My all,
true love.

Blue eyes,
don't cry.

Why is it the hurt ones that are so kind?
Its like we try
to make up for our own
unhappiness
By making others happy.

We still feel empty inside.

But even the smallest thing
can sometimes make us feel
the suns rays
On our skin.