Sometimes I can hear

My soul whispering for just

One more day with you

Sometimes my tears don't fall from my eyes
They seep from the ink of a pen
Sometimes, they hit the paper
Instead of leaving clear marks
Hastily written blue or black ones
There's a quote that says tears don't speak
But, I believe that they do
They speak louder than a yes or no
Louder than the most well constructed argument
My tears speak
Whether they are from my eyes or from my hands
Colorful or clear
They speak louder
Than my vocal chords will ever allow me to
Demanding to be acknowledged
Even when hidden
From the rest of the world.

When my heart
Breathes
Life into lines
Emotions into letters
Letters into words
When my soul
Speaks
Through the English language
Using my vocabulary
As an artist would use his paintbrush
When poems rise
From the mist of my mind
Echoing through my inner chaos
When all is still and silent
Save
For the whispers of wisdom
Slivers and fragments
Of honesty
That slip through
Neurons and nerve endings
When my eyes
Look around and see
Words instead of
People
When my thoughts
Are all poems
Waiting to be penned.

He was always the kind of guy
That would hold you when you'd cry
But sometimes he'd be the reason
Your eyes were in rainy season
He was always the kind of guy
That'd make all the girls sigh
But his words contained lies
He was always the kind of guy
I could never truly define.

I knew that I could

Let you go but I wish you

Had fought a bit more

I think about him

Far too much for my own good

The boy who broke me

I don't want to go on

Without you in my life

Bitter tears fall from my eyes

I was never enough for you

But you were more than enough

For me...

You.
You, you, you
Why you? Why YOU?
...why you?
I don't know why it was you
But my heart isn't the best
At making important decisions

You are my sunshine

You are my rain