And my mind cannot begin to fathom
All the things that are different

And my heart cannot begin to feel better
After the way you have made me feel

Wind blows through the trees
Through the flowers
Swirling leaves

And my mind cannot forget you
And my heart cannot stop loving you

A declaration of benevolence
For a boy deprived of affection
Who is urged to bare his heart.
"I don't care"
Are just words verbalised in a manner
Seemingly self-convincing;
A facade of strength
When it's clear he's in pieces,
In despair, falling apart,
Trying as hard as he can to seem okay.
Mesmerising eyes express it all.
Occasionally one must hold their tongue
For holding your tongue is easily done
When one must deny feelings
Out of fear of challenging rejection.
Because both are apprehensive
In the face of emotion.
And she tries fervently to destroy walls
So resolutely built
With a motive of keeping out those with fabricated feelings,
While he didn't have to try very hard
To vaporise barricades of hers.
But how can it be demonstrated
That her sole intention
Is to show him devotion?

Cold fingertips, cold glass.
Odd how the daily routine transformed
from normal to haunting
in seconds flat.

In an instant her face filled with stress,
eyes a window to things falling apart.
Slow movements made it seem
as if time had stopped.
Such a blank look on her face
made the heartbreak evident,
The drop of her fragile heart
could be felt with one glance.

Through the halls she moved
distressed;
tears clearly blocking her vision.
Pacing back and forth only caused
the small room to close in tighter.
An illusion.
Voices; a jumbled mess actually,
turned to white noise
rising louder and louder.
Still the ticking of the clock
stood out as immensely as her pain.

Such a sorrowful sound her crying was,
as it had appeared that she was
no longer breathing.

How could it be true?
An instant,
unbearable heaviness descended.
Her knees giving out,
the flowing of tears continuing
soundlessly as she sank
to the ground.

*21 is not supposed to be a year to die,
it is supposed to be the year to live.

I look
     Into your eyes
          Which are like
     Windows
To your soul.
     I wish I knew
          what I meant to you.