Isn't it scary
how powerful you are?
Your ability to
smile with
a broken heart,
scarred past,
and a shredded soul.

Yet, you have
the audacity to
look down
and say
you're not
strong enough.

Do you miss me,
like I miss you?
Will you find someone else
to love?
Or will you look back
and smile,
say it was true?

Do you love me,
like I love you?
The way I'd give up
the world
in return of our
memories,
that were so blue.

Do you want me,
like I want you?
The way I smile
at the thought
of us,
being alone,
lying under the moon.

Do you remember me,
like I remember you?
The way I wake up
everyday with surprise
and tears of joy thinking
you'd be here, stupid me,
shedding worthless tears.

Do you hate this distance.
like I do?
The way I cry
day and night,
grasping onto my
last inch of hope before
I lose sanity,
and become cruel.

Do you think about us,
like I do?
The way I look at
other boys and
wish
they were you..

Call it grief,
call it anguish,
call it misery,
call it torment.
But tell me what it is,
at least.

What is it called?
What do you call that feeling when,
you feel like your existence doesn't,
matter to anyone,
anymore?

What do you call that feeling when,
you feel like striving for that one person,
will lead you to nothing,
but heartbreak?

What do you call that feeling when,
you feel so fragile that,
it seems like everyone you get,
attached to,
will shatter you,
after all..?

What do you call that feeling when,
you feel like you're losing,
the light of hope,
and every breath you take,
is worthless and plagued with misery?

What do you call that feeling,
that you get when you,
are smiling with joy,
but crying from withing?