I'm not mad.
I am just...
worried, that's all.
I'm worried.
I think it's normal
to be worried
but I--
don't like this at all.
You're making me
feel
as if
I had done something wrong
and
I had made you upset.
I don't like it.
It's disgusting.
I tried approaching you,
but there you go again,
closing your doors at me.
Please,
let me say something.

You can also lean on me.

I looked at my scars.
I stared at the mirror for a moment
and a frown formed in my lips.
I realized that I've loved you--
too much that it hurts,
that it scared me and
that it might ****
me,
I try to breathe in
and calm myself down.

Stain on my shirt, I can't erase
The fumes of your cologne
I can't help but embrace
I wonder how long will this be
My longing for you--
eternal as it may seem.

I am happy with life now
even if you're far;
I learn how to take things,
look at life with glee.

I am happy with being free.
With you gone, I can truly say
that I've made it best.
The best thing yet, I guess.

However, I can't jut help it--
what is being happy when
I can't deny that I am happiest
by your side?

you took a part of me
my smile, my soul, my life
miserable, helpless--hopeless
all that i can't deny

you took a part of me
my senses, sanity, modest
weak, lost and broken
all that i still cherish

you took a part of me
and i will never forget
how you made me hate
the feeling of falling in love again

sunshine, butterscotch
doggie licks, bunny hops
the summer breeze
i wish in this
cold fleeting heart
in me

he sat there motionless
as if lightning has struck him dead
sipping his now cold coffee
he slouched and hoped the rain
would just **** end.