The lights were bright,
Illuminating the night sky like
the sun.
Darling come back,
you’re going to miss the best part of this act.
What act, you ask?
The one where you pretend to love me.
Oh come on, my love.
Don’t act nonchalant.
You know what you did was wrong
Oh baby,
You know I don’t hate you,
I couldn’t possibly,
Even if I gave it a try.
But if anything,
I learnt one important lesson.
That I’m not the only one for you,
But you,
Baby you’re the only one for me.

To my unfinished poems,
the ones that will never see the light of day.
The ones that sit and pray
To be more than just a fantasy.

I need you to know that I’m sorry.
Sorry for not being brave enough to show you off to the world,
Sorry for not having enough strength to sew you up and make you perfect,
Sorry for not being able to give you enough so you could be just right,
Sorry that I didn’t have the strength to write.

To my unfinished poems,
The smell of coffee and stains of tears
Will always remain on your tattered pages.
The wails in the middle of the night
Of all the strife and plight
That I had to witness with my innocent little eyes.

To my unfinished poems,
Dry up your little eyes,
I know it’s hard to only see the night sky,
To never know the glimmer of light,
To be an incomplete work of art,
But darlings,
Don’t you see,
How even when you’re incomplete,
You’re still so very special to me.