You the one told people that you love me, not me.
You the one who like being teased about us, not me.

I don't love you, don't you get it?
Leave me alone.
Just let me cry by myself.
Let me let out my anger by myself.
I don't need you to help me, to comfort me.

with every glance,
with every touch,
with every word you spoke, a piece of my soul chipped,
and fell off into your hands.
over the years you collected every bit of it.
you put that little bit of me in a jar and showed it off to everyone,
and when you were done with it you put it on your highest shelf.
you forgot to give it back.
i've called you several times since then,
begging you to return what you took,
but you were too busy stealing someone else's soul to bother with mine.
when i was a child my aunt told me to chase my soul,
no matter where it took me,
but i've given up with chasing after it,
because it leads me to the same spot every time.
the corner of your highest shelf.

I crave the short days.
trees with wide open arms.

At times, your flotsom and jetsom gets to me.
Mostly, I think you're beautiful.

At times, I look at you and want to ask,
"Why are you in a frantic, frothing frenzy?"

At times, I exclaim, "Really? Come on! I mean, come on! How bad is it, really?"...

At times, you storm away.

At times, I wonder if you are worth the aggrivation.

At times, I don't think I deserve you.

A flawless piece of monument
Radiant like a sparkling white bonnet
She seized the shine for the moment
Soft girlie smile like Aja Monet

She got me filled with excitement
In the pen it's called heart magnet
The type that left you in astonishment
I got my hands sterilise in muse cabinet

So, I could put down a few statement
Maybe a line from my favourite sonnet
To melt her heart and end this segment
Together we'll reign, Lady and Baronet

If we come under attack, she'll be the cornet
I'll protect the flanks of our cavalry like hornet

Worry not for
The man who freely sheds tears
In the face of grief and loss.

Fear, instead,
The man who feigns
Bravery and deference
In the face of sorrow and sadness.

It is the second man,
Who will act without emotion.
He will hold inside
The turmoil and sadness
Until it boils over.

Like a ticking clock counting
Down the seconds to the end.
It will be he
That needs the support the most.

In the face of death
We need one another.