Me,
You.
You,
Me.
**... never us...

I want to.
I really want to.
But I can't,
I can't get you out of my head.
And that's frustrating,
That simply freaks me out.
Because my thoughts are all about you,
You,
You,
And you.
And that makes me sick.
I don't like it,
I don't like how you have so much power in me.
But I can't.
I tried.
But I can't.
I can't get you out of my head.
My brain can't forget something that still has a place in my heart.

some people say letting go of someone you love is hardest thing to do;
but i say otherwise.

letting you go was the best decision i have ever done. it is because letting you go is also like letting myself go.

i know you are not right for me and having myself hold onto you just drags my heart like an anchor into the deepest and darkest abyss.

and you, knowing i love you and you don't feel the same because there is already that other person whom you let hold your heart with you.

i may have not gotten the chance to hold your heart, but i gave us both the chance to be free.

now, i am free to find the right one and now you are free to love that someone.

my smile is no longer fake, my heart is now unbound, my mind is finally made up, my tears no longer present, and i can now walk away with a satisfied smile.

when all else fails,
everything seems to go dark.
all hope is lost,
nowhere to go back.

under the bludgeoning of doom,
one stumbles hard.
hard to stand back up,
when there's no one who will regard.

then one door opened,
flooded everything with light.
it was you standing there,
ready to save with all your might.

yet everything is hanging by a thread,
including my hope and life.
you tried to support and save me,
but the thread was cut by a knife.

This will be my last writing for you,
For there are no words to be spoken too.
This will be the last,
And I will never go back to the past.

I will never go back to the past
Because memories don't last.
And I will miss your benign face
As well as your embrace

I will miss them so much
And I will leave, I will leave off the latch.
I think this time I will cry;
This will be my sweetest and last goodbye.

Last night I was drinking wine
And I was making ***** poems of mine
I was so problematic at that time
Thinking about you all the time.

I woke with a mourning face
With no life and grace
I was deceived by your embrace
Leaving no word or any phrase

Now I am crying while I'm making this piece
With no euphoria or a bliss
I will forget the past that nothing is to be reminisce
Including our last true kiss

You can't love me, since you don't love you. But I love me, so I can't love you.