There’s a green light in my eyes
when you come across my mind.
Everything around me begins to blur,
as if nothing is seen; I go blind.

I desperately want to recapture
the love we had left behind…
But I think of Nicky’s words:
“You can’t repeat the past.”

And my heart begins to wail,
“if he loved me before,
he could love me again.”
But I’m scolded by my mind,
“you can’t reclaim
what has been lost;
you can’t recapture
what doesn’t want to be caught;
you can’t take back something
that’s already gone.”

“I think I’m ready to move on.”

“I thought you loved me?”

I woke up to no one.

I spent about 4 years
never looking at anybody-
talking to anybody the
way I did with you.

I kept to myself because
in my mind, I was always yours.

If that wasn’t love,
then what was?

She is a poem of his heart
He never disclosed
In front of anyone.

you became a home when i couldnt find one.
you became a friend when i had none.
you became a parent when mine left.
you became a mentor when i had no one to guide me.

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

Love...
Something to torture you
Bringing you to your knees
The pain is addicting