4 am, everyone asleep,
i am the only one awake.
not able to stop this train of thoughts,
about him and me,
me and him,
us.

he has no idea what he can do.
being with him feels like,
magic running through my veins.
my name sounds like a poem,
when he says it out loud.
while hearing his name,
is making me smile like crazy.

he makes me feel so much,
although he doesn't have a clue.
i'd be his if he asked,
while knowing he never will.

the thoughts of him and me stay,
but there will never be an 'us'.

she lost her sleep,
over someone who was just a nightmare,
she had always been ,
too much for men like him to hold,
she was the queen of hearts,
and he was just a joker,
dressed like her king...........

And once again,
My love betrayed me.
He found one better,
One that filled his soul in ways that I could never.
She’s not broken like me,
But neither is she kind like me;
Or selfless like me;
Or caring like me either.
So, when he stares at her
In the same way he used to stare at me,
I hope he sees everything that she is not
As well as everything she is.
She may fill his soul in ways that I could never,
But she will never fill his soul like me.
She may be the one he chose,
But she will never be me.

He who sees darkness
      made him broken into pieces.

He who sees light
      made his perfect broken night.

He who sees lovers
      made us dispersed.

He who sees lack of kindness
      made him believe in the darkness.

He who sees falsity
      no more chances for sovereignty.