maybe i got no time
to think of words that will rhyme

even if it's out of my system
to make an unrhymed poem,
i will write one for you.
..
..
too tired to stay
only to be pushed away

too tired to exert effort
on people who doesn't know my worth

too tired to care
nothing left for myself to spare

and maybe like an unrhymed poem
your verses seemed like mayhem
but i still love them
every **** bit of them.

and maybe like a rhyming poem
i can never get you out of my system

God knows how hard i tried
but i'm tired

*in an attempt to make an unrhymed poem, i still wrote a rhyming one at the end.

why do people think
that when the prince and princess found each other
it's already a 'happy every after'?

oh, it can change in a blink
it's just the beginning of a chapter
of nothing lasts forever

this is not a fairytale
sometimes the prince that saved the princess
will put her into a greater mess

this is not a fairytale
sometimes it's the princess
who causes distress

he was your favorite poet
he touched you with all your favorite quotes
he held you with the perfect rhymes

but darling, you were just his outlet
you were just another poem that he wrote
words that he scribbled just to past the time

there stood the plaintiff
her eyes were filled with grief
she struggled to speak
too tired, too weak

o, believe me
judge and jury
hear out my plea
hear out my story
that man is a criminal!
he is worse than an animal!

he is guilty of robbery
he stole my heart with the threat of leaving me

he is guilty of fraud
a sly scoundrel we must all applaud
he is the master of fabrication
he has an outstanding skill in deception
he fed me with all the ******* he devised
with the most convincing lines and perfect lies

that man is a killer
he is guilty of ******
he did not use any weapon
but his words are poison
more lethal than a gun
more damage done
it did not pierced my skin but it crushed my soul
left my heart with a sempiternal hole
it was worse than the sharpest knife
i may still breathe but believe me, he took my life

and so came the lawyer
he stood for the defendant's answer*

he is not guilty of robbery
you gave your heart willingly
knowingly and voluntarily

he is not guilty of any form of deception
you were a fool from your own volition
you chose to believe
you were willing to be deceived
you knew the lies he always say
but you believed it anyway

this was neither a case of ******
it was not the fault of your lover
it was suicide
for you had the power to decide
you could just walk away
but you always chose to stay
you had the power
to leave your lover
to find another
you knew better
you are aware of love's diabolical scheme
you are a willing victim

o, believe me
judge and jury
won't you take my side?
isn't it love is a form of suicide?

what does it feel like to be loved back?
does it let you see rainbows when the weather's gloomy and black?
does it send butterflies and supernovas bursting inside you?
does it make the sky bluer than its usual hue?
what does it feel to have someone hold your hand?
does it take you to wonderland?
what does it feel like to have someone who misses you when you're gone?
does it light up and warm the darkest and coldest parts of you like the sun?
what does it feel like to be hugged by the one you love?
does it take you soaring way beyond the galaxies above?
all my life, my love's never reciprocated
all my life, my love's taken for granted
so tell me, what does it feel to be loved in a romantic kind of way?
will it make me write a better poem when it does come my way?