There is no better ******* feeling than having someone forget you exist. Having someone miss your calls and ignore your texts. They turn away when you walk by. They hear you calling but look around for an escape. They forget your ******* birthday. They channel all their love for you into someone else. A stranger. You've been there for them even when they were a ***** and had no other friends. When they wanted to end their life and had no one else to talk to. When they barged into your door crying almost every night. And a ******* stranger comes into the play and I feel you slowly slipping away. You love them more. I know. Do you love me at all. If not then say so. Please. I can't take this passive agressive behavior. It's swallowing me whole.  Stop pretending to know me, you don't know ****. You don't know that im a jealous ***** and I'm not happy for you. I want you to leave them. But you seem so content. So much more hopeful than you ever were with me by your side. I hate hate hate watching you two. It hurts. There's a heaving in my chest. I'm just done. Go be happy.

I'm hoping you'll eventually
Understand my passive aggressive poetry
About how much I love you
And hate you all the same.

I was duped last night
By the Transgenders beggers
Most of the time I ignore them
As if I never saw them
But last night
I was a little scared
As I knew I had money in my wallet
For no reason I stopped
And they forwarded towards me
Asking me for money
I somehow thought that poor people
They have no place in the society
So they beg
Not fair that people neglect them
So took out little money and gave them
To my shock, they wanted to see how much more money I had
They kept saying they would just keep a coin
Took out the whole bunch of money
And I kept saying No,
Don't take
Don't take.
I have no more money
But 3 of them in agressive voices
Kept telling me
They will keep the money back
Swearing in the name of God
I was not leaving the money
Until I saw them being more agressive towards me
I left the money
And they took and kept again
Obviously I knew half the money won't be there
But I was scared
As everyone was just a mere audience
I had to save myself
Money I can get back
But thought if they attack me
That might be more tragic.
They folded the Money and kept back and questioning me in more agressive voices-
Why don't you trust us?
Why don't you trust us?

They left after that
And I left the opposite side
Checking my wallet
They took more than half the money
And left little money for me.

A lesson learnt, during hard times
Nobody comes to rescue
Rather I have to be extra careful.
I was scared the whole night
I know people would laugh at me
Saying why did I stop there
Or take out my wallet in the first place.
I didn't plan for all these
Just thought may be being helpful might be good.

Duped as I was.

Sometimes I feel her eyes avoid mine,
As if she's trying to hide
the love in her eyes,
As if she knows if we made eye contact
I'd know n call her out on it.

She's bottled up n reserved
With such poise that no mans ever known,
They chase after her,
They come in hoards
And maybe that's why she avoids
Subjecting her self to being known.

She's got questions about me
And she's so unsure, she's just being protective of her self and more.
I'm never chasing after her though,
Cause I know the hoards that come after her,
Why subject myself to being like the rest. No! I won't,
Ill just say hello n hope you notice my tone,
It'll be a tone I rarely use with anybody else, and I just hope it'll be enough to let you know.

How many times do you want me to say such poisen to the heart?
I love you, I love you, I love you. (528473)

I'll kiss  you,
a million times.

Just step from the cliff,
and take the gun from my heart.

And love me  to pieces.

I feel like two people in one,
Either complete control or none.
Passive agressive.
Wildchild, on top of the world,
Too numb to care or worry. But happy.
Unhappy?
Doing well, but
The restraint of patience burning at my insides.
Caring too much or too little?
Thinking too much.
I never know.
Right feels wrong,
But wrong feels wrong too.
Young but too old,
Still too old to feel so young.
A ticking bomb.

I'm only agressive because u made me this way . Every day u insist upon calling me gay .
But we are one so don't try to fight this Sensation. Were the same person so its not gay its ******* .