Love,
   a feeling I truly miss!
To love another,
   ah such sweet bliss.

But,
   for one to love another;
   is to first love thy self,
For,
   when love fades,
   your shattered heart
   is what you have
   left.

"We used to did that, didn't we?"
he said and i remembered it all,
and it hits me hard in the head,
it stabs my heart till it hurts

my mind won't stop playing
the memories we've built
my heart won't stop screaming
your name, over and over again.

those seven words that you've said,
brought back all of the memories,
every song you've sang to me
and all stories we've shared.

it's all coming back to me now,
the loneliness, the pain
that i've felt to
all the things we did

But I know, no matter what happens,
you are never going back to me,
it's all in the past now and we're both
happy with our own lives now,

I'm with someone now
and you already found your true love
but i promise i won't forget you
and our memories would not be forgotten

It will stay on my heart
because you'll always
be a part of me
you're my first love.

and i will love you, forever.

Is he the reason
I like poetry?
Did I adopt his taste for it
When he read me
Short, unfinished,
Alcohol-influenced
Pieces,
Reading them out in
That voice I loved,
Probably would still love
If I heard it again.
He paused slightly after
Reading the one he wrote
About me.

I didn't try my hand
At writing poems for a while,
But now they keep me safe
Like first love.

no matter what they say
or what they do
ill never find anyone
to compare
to you

Losing a friend is like mourning a loved one.
Your heart breaks,
You can't spend more than a couple hours without thinking about them.
Then you see a picture, you have a memory, or you see them,
And it all comes rushing back.
The good, the bad.
Everything you want to remember and everything you don't.
But now you don't want to remember it at all.
You just want it all to go away,
For the memories to subside,
To be lucky enough to never see them around,
To never have them pass your mind.
Meanwhile, you're losing your mind.
You can't stop thinking about them or dreaming about them.
You can't suppress the memories because they were just too perfect.
Now you're left to wonder,
Wonder why they left,
Wonder what you've done.
But all you have left is a heartbreak that can't be undone.