Are you scared
of me?
Or is it just
nervousness
you’re feeling?
You move
further away
when all i want
is for you to
come closer
to me.
please?

As things come and go,
I promise not to let you go.
Even if its distance we must face,
Know with me, you'll always have a place.
Wether your hours or miles away,
In my heart, forever you will stay.

oh.. those sweet lies you told,
never bothered me,
dear i love you so,
you’re sweet smile,
or protection you offered,
made me feel at home,
tell me lies,
it’s okay beat me down,
oh dear i love you so,
darling don’t leave... i am far too weak,
the night looks so dull,
as for i feel,
far, far from home,
you were the moon and everything else,
don’t leave.. me now,
say “i love you”,
tell me this lie,
and i will believe you,
why am i not the one you love,
maybe i am ugly,
did i not protect you’re broken soul,
what’s wrong with me,
that i cannot be loved

Another year has come and passed,
And its Christmas time at last.
Lots has changed,
Things have been rearranged.
Some have come,
Some have gone.
Some things have become,
What others have un-done.

Sitting here,
This time of year.
I hope your mind is clear,
And you know you are thought of my dear.

I wish you joy,
Maybe a new toy,
I wish you love,
Hope it fots like a glove.
I wish you peace,
Even a sweater of fleece.
Most of all i wish for this,
You to have a day of bliss.

your memory isn't quite so loud anymore–
you've dwindled
into a two-dimensional
grayscale outline

you don't have much color left
            to bleed into my fingertips
            when I try to remember
that used to leave me
            blissfully intoxicated and
            helplessly madly addicted
no it's

faded and everything's
quite tame now

now I suppose I'm
just
missing you quietly

waiting
            as you still bubble
            on the back burner–
the steam has begun to dissipate and I've
            started to survey the mess I made while
            hopelessly blind

now I guess I'm
just
missing you quietly

feeling the heat of your palms
            evaporate and
waiting

waiting for my skin to remember
            how to fend for itself against the cold
                        – I wish you knew how much it still stings –
hearing the last remnants of your voice in soft broken echoes–
            consonants whispered into the breeze
wondering

as I watch you
fade

if I will
            ever
draw in color
again?

Two texts
Two calls

And yet,
I got no reply
at all.

You left me here
to over think and cry,
And drink
Like why, will I
Never be an important reason
you pick up the phone
When I’m calling?

All this falling for nothing.

Always,
Sunny