I don't believe in love
No
I believe in love
That's why i hate love
It sends you to the pit of abomination
But gives you ten thousands fold of happiness

Day by day I turned the page,
day by day I read your words;
Gradually, heavily, leisurely-not,
I leave my body, unconsciously.

Covered with long white sleeves,
muttering and uttering,
"Change does not exist,
one simply takes one step closer to their true self."

Natheless, drifting was I,
and you say true self;
Withal, nameless was mine,
yet you blabber true self.

Unknown and unseen,
haunting me dawn and dusk;
So there it lies,
my stranger,
my true self.

I know that I hurt you
I’m sorry for what i did
I never meant to lie to you
about all the things that I hid
I never meant to run away
whenever we got into a fight
I always came back because I loved you
and I wanted to make things right
I meant it when I said I wanted to be with you forever
I meant it when I promised to stand by your side through whatever
whenever we were apart
all I did was think of you
I thought of all the good times
as well as the bad times too
My heart belongs to you
you had me from the start
if I ever had to live without you
I think I’d fall apart
I’m really sorry I hurt you
I know I can’t take back what I did
I’ll do all I can to make up for it
and all the secrets that I hid

I am a child of time,

a product of dreams,

a student of life,

a victim of change,

I’m in love with the way the sun lights up the sky in its last act of defiance to the encroaching night,

and I live in fear that one day it will refuse to shine.

I am a confidante to the universe,

a partner to the stars.

I am the name I was given at birth,

and the names I have been given along the way.

I am each and every breath

This introduction being my only way to say,

‘I am me’

and if you say that you know who I am then I bid you to tell,

when I go to sleep, who do I dream of?

I say tomorrow is a new beginning,

as today was one as well.

But the minutes have faded into hours

and I make excuses that in the morning things will be different.

I try, I do.

Yet every day it begins again.

And so I say that tomorrow will be different

because I believe so, I do.

But today I’ve written this poem,

that must be worth something to you

Because at least I’ve tried

to show that I feel the same way too.