this poem does not have a name
not because of any particular reason
but because i’ve become so lost and indesicive,
how can i even sit down to think of a title?

i’ve forgotten what my love for him feels like
but my rememberence of taking the training wheels from my bike may suffice
i felt like the most powerful being
after learning the concept of balance.

and maybe thats why i’ve left my love somewhere, tucked away
because our communication has become unbalanced
we seem to raise our voices at each other in anger, more than we raise our voice at each other by filling the sky with laughter.
and it really hurts
you’re supposed to be my best friend
and nothing less
but until i can find my misplaced feeling
this poem does not have a name