I write about you not because i miss you,
But because you are one of the best lessons I've ever learned.
I just want to clear the air,
I don't need you.

I dont want you.
You've done your job,
You left your mark,
Now leave me in peace.

Just because you cross my mind every so often,
Doesnt mean much.
We all have those days,
When things come back into play in our minds.

It's just to remind us where we once were.
To remind us where we started,
Where we started to let our minds be beautiful,
Beautiful as the heart of the ones who love in a cruel world.

I don't write about you because i miss you.
I write about you to tell the world that it's okay.
It's okay to love, trust, and get hurt,
and it's okay to keep loving, and to keep trusting.

This poem is called dear you. I sit and write about a time when happiness was once mine it's been a while that I haven't been able to smile. Change is certain.  these feelings I've hidden for a while in shame wondering why this sort of change came.  we all deal with things differently.  Unfortunately, misfortune comes unexpectedly. Wishing I could go back and change thins so we can live happily . It may seem nice to speak to someone, but when u really sit and think, you are honestly lonely. The presence of one in a tough situation is only momentarily. I know these written words are lame, but I I just wish u were the same.  You will never listen to me. I just can't believe you are now someone you told me never to be. I never knew the person I once loved would leave. I wish you would see yourself so I don't have to live like this anymore with myself.  I wish I have the strength to help you, but all I can do is watch and continue to be blue. I wish you would feel the same and want to help yourself too.

Hey.
Hello.
How are you?
It's been a while, do you miss me too?

How's the lonely nights?
How's lying on your bed side crying with all your might?
How's looking out the window, up at the sky?
How's whiping the tears off your eyes, asking why?

How's waking up at night to the nightmare of being alone?
How's being disappointed by not having that "good morning" written on your phone?
How's going home after work knowing no one will be there?
How's knowing now there's no one that'll care?

How's the sound of silence when you enter the door?
How's knowing that there will be no sweet words, welcomes, and kisses any more?
How's sitting on your couch feeling the sting from the remembrance that there is no longer a "we"?
How's the painful pins being poked in your chest knowing that it was your bitter words piercing my ears saying you don't want me?

Bye.
Take care.
You're doing just fine.
Those are just bittersweet hopes of mine.

They say "the prettiest eyes have cried the most tears"
I believed for many years
That the eyes are the doors to one's soul.
You can look into them and see their highs and lows.

Eyes may be similar,
But no one's sweet, shimmery shine is the same.
Every twinkle is unique star.
No need to hide them behind shades in shame.

Like a waterfall,
Your tears can be beautiful after all.
Like a garden of evergreens covered in blood smears,
The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears.