A cry,
A cry for help I scream at the top of my lungs,
My tears fall,
yet you you decide not to catch them.
The fake love we show to the ones around us,
How powerful and intimidating it is.
It controls our actions and deceives us to feel things that never existed.
That isn’t love.
That is the opposite of love.
That is denial.
Denial of what you deserve.
Oh how stupid they are,
For treating something so angelic so devilish.

It was the way you smiled-
With peace, but uncertainty-
Of yourself and those around you.
Which made me covet you,
More then when I first saw you.
An angel that fell-
Into my world.
An angel I wanted to call mine.

Me wanting you,
Breaks down every moral I have.
Breaks down the pieces of me I spent so long to build.
Where did your love go?
You say it’s not me but you.
What can I do?
To save the only person that I was meant for,
Which was you.
But maybe i was wrong
Wrong about the possibilities of you changing.
The possibilities of you becoming the man you once used to be.

Me wanting you,
Breaks every little piece of my heart,
All because of a simple feeling called love..

~Blue Bird~

Looking out the window,
you see the rain pour from the clouds and a bird gliding through the drenched sky.

You feel remorse for yourself that even through the storm,
that bird continues to fly.

You sit there and think,
if only you had the strength of that bird.

But sweetie, you do.
You just choose not to get wet.

                                                           K.H.

These words I write,
Could never match the way I feel.
Too deep and intricate,
That you too-
If felt the same as I,
Couldn’t write such stanzas to match this soul.

It was hard to let go.

Not because of the thought of being alone,
But the nostalgic of you.

I began to see you in everything.
Everyone.

It's almost as if you never left,
but had no recognition of who I was.  

I still love you.
But you let go so easy,
So I guess you never loved me.

You see him,
then the butterflies start to show up.

You talk to him,
then the love starts to grow.

You wonder if what you're feeling is okay.

You stay awake thinking of this man who made you feel alive with just a conversation.

You've been alone for far too long,
so you took a chance.

Little did you know,
that chance would haunt you everyday/night when you wake up and lye your head to sleep.

Little did you know,
you'd discover the true feeling and sentiments of heartache.

                                                              K­.H.