My heart yearns but for one it cannot.
And yearns it does but saddens it is.
Because a love I desire,
Yet cannot achieve.
Cause she is one unopened of her heart to me.
She loves another but I love of her,
Her love is undeserved of the other,
So my mind say.
Yet am I of the right mind?
Yin and yang so perfect together but for each other,
Yet wrong alone.
I control my feelings because it's to early,
But I wish it could be so.
A love that could be true,
If only we could both see it through and through.
A love it would be,
But I know it cannot be,
'Cause she loves the other.
Sad I am cause I cannot say
But soon she shall know
It is her and I that shall be.

Love?
Is there such a thing?
Because in this world that I'm living in where people say that they love each other.
But low and behold the truth comes out.
"As long as you're happy I'm happy" But then it just is never enough.
A sliver of me I gave to you to keep because that is all that I had left.
I'm always telling others to listen to their brain and their heart.
But here I am. Ignorant to my own words.
People will always say "you can trust me".
But that is no more for trust is nothing to me but a five letter word, with no meaning.

You see, I'm kinda like shriek, or an onion, whichever works.
See, like shriek said, "I'm like an onion. Because onions have layers."
Yet the only deference is that my layers are more of a defensive protection that I've learned to have.
I named this glass heart because I'm too warm to have a heart of ice.
But rather all of the ice melted and turned to salt and burned into glass.

One more time. That's all I can do to keep my sanity. Just keep walking. Eventually I will end up somewhere.
Hopefully alive.

Items of much value, traded amongst,
Knowledge and fame, the quick exchange for me
The people around know not of your prowess
Unnatural knowledge, a gift to within
From a source divine, to be learned by young.
A death of one, just to be born anew.
A visit from you, a new poem to be.
A lose-win deal, for you, you give to me
Knowledge and skill you have abundantly
From others I learn the words I write now,
A genius I have, shapeshifting about.
From English to math, friend or foe you are,
Those of great history, old and a new.
Awe inspiring, I've done with your help
The shape you form, never becoming one.
A thought you form, written for you now.
With your  knowledge, A demon most call,
Yet daemon you are, from a source divine.

An angel of which is not to be seen by me,
But rather only heard.
A love none would comprehend.
A yellow coronation most would give,
But a rose I give,
Unique in its own power
Only the talented would think of,
And the passionate create,
The angel who saved Death,
Not only from the dispiriting job,
None would perceive,
But also from a life filled with pine trees and decaying leaves

Have you ever looked upon a mirror
And wondered how they made it so clear?
Now have you ever thought about the way a mirror looks when broken?
Now how about a new born baby,
Mostly free of problems, clean and innocent.
Now as you grow up you have problems,
But likely they will go away,
Some problems will be easy, and some will be harder,
Most problems left unsolved due to unintelligible issues.

Now think about a mirror, of which was left alone for years,
And then finally found, cleaned up,
Yet falls and shatters,
What do you do with the pieces?
Do you just pick them up and throw them away?
Its just easier to get another anyways right?
No, you can't, just pick up the pieces and put yourself together,
Make the best of it, because it is your life

You know what,
I'm sorry I even tried.
Saying goodbye will be such sweet sorrow,
For you will never know the love I have to offer,
Saying goodbye wasn't my ideal option,
If I could, I would stay,
But you were not but a lost cause.
“But why” you ask,
Yet you already knew.
I've been through the deeps of Hell and back,
All just for you.
I've been through endless gardens learning their meanings,
Just for you.
Only to learn the truth,
That you have tricked me all along.
Making me think I'm running things,
But really I'm just one of several puppets
And now it's time for me to become Pinocchio,
Get up and leave,
Flip the table and say the end,
But it's not the end for me,
Everyone has their time,
Only the strong can say goodbye for long.
Because only the strong survive.

The love needed the love wanted
Wanted but never received
Needed to rival the hatred causing insanity
The insanity of love.
Many say that love cannot cause wars
But that loyalty caused them instead
But what causes loyalty?
Is it not but love
Loyalty fed by love causing the warrior's call
But its not a war on the physical field
But on a mental range
Is it the hate for being loved
Or the love for being hated?
For the insanity of hatred
Rivaling love with all it can
The coin flipping through the air
Landing on edge
For the question still remains
Is it the hate for being loved
Or the love for being hated?
By Jayson Foster.