I'm messaging you again,
Though I promised I won't,  

I fought myself not to write to you again ,
But again again I lost,  

I'm writing you again after all this time,
Hoping you answer maybe this time,  

You read all my previous messages,  
Every word, every line,  

For you I have got a lot to say,  
But you got no ears to hear,  

I'm constantly trying to reconnect,  
But you care less  Everyday,  
I wrote to you things that would melt hearts,
If a stone read all that it would melt,  

At least I make a effort to reconnect someday,
Though you give no effort I'm not hopeless ,

How my words did melt a stone ,
But they didn't melt your heart yet ?  

Read them again and again,
Perhaps they melt your heart.

And you answer.....

Most people are afraid of
spiders, clowns, thunderstorms;
the usual.
But if you asked me
what my greatest fear is,
I would speak of nothing
but your name.
Because what would I do,
who would I be,
should one day
you decide that you're
over me?

Truisum of false hopes
Deep into the shallows
of the wormhole where
the dream of awakened
resistance to bind, not glue
the mortal mind
closer toward the
distant reality
of where the
heart broke
into a whole
same heart
but not for you

not that we
like
we hate
it is human
right
wrong
wasted text
breathing positive energy
exhale negative neo
see what we like
we love
it is robotic
left
corrected

imagine a scene
a toilet seat
falling
airplane function
malfunction
******* sidewalk
looking at sky
stupid, look
toilet seat
meets girls face
what we sow
we reaper
mission now
not mission impossible
walking on crosswalk now

love
oh my!
overly written
they say, deafness of their mind!
everyone thinking about
writing about it
being in love not of the heart, but deeper
further from all imagination
as pen touches paper
from far away
close
like our
love
one

come up stairs
stare way to heaven
hell at bottom
boots smokin'
life in a fastest lane
turtle speed
life
short
long enough
child in time
seeing the line
line between
good and bad
blind man

Sometimes
I write something that is good
Sometimes
I write something that really stinks
Still*
I write what is found in my thoughts

Nothing lasts forever.
Everything in this world is temporary.

We are living proof of this.