It’s rare to find
people who
genuinely
actually
truly

listen

the words spilled from her mouth

here i sit,
as my best friend,
tells me
you have another.

i shouldn’t care.
but i do.

no matter how hard i try,
the poetry for you in which i write,
never ceases.
it just keeps pouring out of my soul.
it sometimes seems as if,
the poetry i write for you is what keeps my heart beating.
what keeps me breathing.

but now, what am i supposed to do?
her?
seriously?
do you think she will love you?
do you really think she will love you?
please tell me.

it’s hard to think of you with another
because we used to be so in love with each other.

it’s been a long time since we last spoke,
but it feels as if all the memories of us i have were just made yesterday.

you have another.
who will never,
ever,
love you in the way i could.

but my question for you is,
will you love her in the way you could towards me?

scissors & knives
fill your place
salty tears
roll down your face.
you scream & shout
but nothing is heard
your red lips pout
as small as a bird.
you hide your pain
behind a grin
days are the same
patience is thin.
everything *****
wanna say bye
who gives a ****?
just going to cry.