You said we don't work,
and thought that I never cared
But I'd showed you my love everyday,
a love I had daily declared
It was hidden in the "did you get home safe"
I constantly asked of you
Or the way I stared at your eyes
counting them one by one, a pair of two
The way I would proudly state
"You are a mystery to me, I can't read you"
and I would laugh at that thought
as you left me feeling blue
But nothing more apparent,
than the way I said "I miss you"
and how I would wait for you to call,
to hear the words, "I missed you too"

should I find love in Shakespearean words
they would be written something like this

though time takes the hearts of youth
grant me a moment of truth
for my limbs are heavy and my eyes dry
through tears that drop to the floor as I cry

I ask you a simple question, when does love die?

does love die when we part one another
granted, this is the wish of the other
or will it vanish when those memories die
a question I still have no reply

for love takes and love giveth

and to take with no consequences
you will have my eternal condolences
as the love you had parted
was never love that started

so to the love that was giveth

shall you realize that love does not depart
it’s forever stored within the heart
through tears of joy and smiles of sadness
and the shouts of our own madness

to anger or hurt you may chase love away

but love will grant you a light of day
as that is the only way
for the love you hold is true
a love that changes you

I wiped the tears from your cheek,
whispering that I never want to hurt you
I cradled you in my arms,
desperately holding you even as I knew
your fingers were slipping from my hands
I cried while my heart grew weak
But all I could think or see,
were the tears dripping down on your cheek,
salty tears staining the complexion of your skin
and I wiped them as I continued cradling you,
hoping… you would stay here forever
but i knew you would one day leave me too
so to the next season of love,
I hope he treats you with care
in ways I could only imagine
but just know, I tried my best … I swear

i remember that sunset drive.
cascades of light that folded in between our hands.
and i watched you close your hands against mine.
i watched the light between our hands fade — into nothing.
pulling back was the only course i took to save us,
but you will never know that, will you?
it was on that drive did I realize...
love is such a jading feeling.

it was, as it is
like before and after
I forgot and remembered
all these big, yet little things
that we call emotions.
which made up who we were
and the lost wishes we hold
as we spiral out
— of control.
I remembered, I did...
love you most

i fought in silence,
to hold back the tears that swelled in my eye.
i fought the silence,
hoping that these tears will soon dry.

because no matter what you do,
i fight me, to keep these memories of you.

i'm not waiting for you

instead, i am counting the seconds, minutes, and hours
that we are apart from one another.

and to each measurement of time,
i will recount...
the seconds that i love you
the minutes that i miss you
and the hours where i stay, hopeful

since we are strangers now,
can you hold me as i cry in your arms?
since you lost all feelings for me,
can you think of this as charity?

i'm crying in the arms of strangers,
but none of them are you
i'm breaking down in front of strangers,
yet none of them know what to do

so, since we are strangers now,
can i cry into your arms?
since we are strangers again,
can i beg you to hold me?

since we are strangers again, what should i do
to mindlessly fall in love with you

my lover is worlds away,
yet the red thread still remains on my pinkie.
i hold onto a shred of hope, wishing that one day...
that thread will lead her back to me.

my lover is the moon and i, the sun.
celestial beings in a game of cat and mouse.
i run after her until my heart is fatally done,
hoping that we will meet in our now empty house.

my lover does not know,
i will forever love until my heart dies.
and to the ends of the Earth, i would go,
to see once more, those Pretty Eyes.

my love, you are worlds away, but i
will never say a final goodbye.

i wrote her a poem that will never be read.
a poem fused with the passions of my heart,
and the undying flames of my love.
however, this poem shall never be read.

i wrote of her brown eyes and contagious smiles,
those Pretty Eyes that would leave me breathless for a while.
i wrote of her beautiful heart and her loving touch,
the kind that makes me care a bit too much.

i wrote about the times i held her hand and wiped her tears,
hoping for many more memories in the future years.
i wrote of the bargain i made with fate,
trading my heart and soul for just one more date.

i wrote of the regrets i had when i couldnt be there,
crying out to god that this isnt fair.

placate the thoughts in your mind
he once said in a loving voice
a moment of weakness to remind
the love he shared was the most

return to me, my love
she replied endearingly
a wish she could not dispose of
-for he had loved her whole-heartedly

forgive me for my action
he would plead with her
but this failed love transaction
could not bring back her whisper

he turns to night's embrace
with tears painfully stricken down,
the emotions distorting his face,
for he had left her to drown

in dearest to the one he adored-
these fruitless actions will he forever abhor

just you, only you
can make the
rhythms of
my heart, swoon

only you
will ever captivate
the entirety of
my eyes

only you
do I write
infatuation with
my heart

only you
will I see,
this world of
You and Me

the burden of another
holds little value to each other.
we grasp a branch and hold on tight
yet loosen up when the time is right.

we want someone to call our own
but end up leaving them all alone.
the brutal cycle continues on
until the victim is fatally gone.

yet in their departure, our eyes may cry
that they had left without a single goodbye.
so to another, we will run
until this evil act is finally done.

however, our deeds are often for naught
for all the evil it has brought.
the pain and misery of the former
endlessly torment the performer.

The epitome of what could have been,
I strike a match that ignites a fire in the sky.
My actions leave me with a half-hearted grin;
for I had realized you had left me to die.

You left me in another's embrace,
leaving me to be at war with myself.
You rejected me in this forsaken place,
running away to selfishly save yourself.

You left me when I needed you the most,
breaking me apart, ripping me in two.
You discarded me like a ghost,
so I turn to my malice—shattering the sky in two.

You knew I was yours, and you were mine.
But I guess... our fates were never meant to align.