I could never make you happy
So I gave up Not on you, No. But on myself. For if I couldn't make you happy.. It must surely be something to do with me. Not you, no..
why do i keep holding on
on something so uncertain uncertain if you really want me me who only knows how to hope why do I like you you do not even notice my longing stares and glances glances that I've hidden so long why don't you choose me me who kept on waiting waiting for something uncertain uncertain as you are
the things im willing to let go,
just so you can know my feelings and how I desire to be with you, I would not tire I tried so many ways despite the mights and mays so that we could look eye to eye won't you ask me why? i know you have somebody I know its her body I know its not me and it will never be
So much magic and mystery in,
only your tiny spark. what is there to pin? But that devious shot in the dark. Already lit it's growing. So fast and hot, I wonder what's not showing. For that not everything you got. You may think this a goad, It's just nothing else fits on this road. Would it be a fantasy? To think of a courtesy? On your way, I hope your light never fades. Only to grow by day, Showing all the shades.
Seeing through to the good. Moving past all the darkness to find it.
I never wrote you any love poems.
Supposedly, I was too captivated by your so-called charm to, Cope with myself. Perhaps I didn’t need to. I was already rather broken then, But I’m certain you shattered the remaining pieces. Not, your responsibility of course. Not even the fact you replaced me, After I found myself absent more and more. I used to dream about being alongside you, While ignoring your calls. That’s ironically sad, I think, You wouldn’t have gotten the joke.
She is not a flower or a miracle,
But a human with a heart raw and soft. She is prettier than any blossom, spread across my garden, For she never wilt nor held a thorn. She dared and she cared. Into her eyes that shone, I couldn't gaze out for a second. I could hear her heart, Throbbing in lullabies, A rhythm I found my comfort in. Her smile could lit up my sky, Illuminating the grey to blue. If you read my breaths mumble, You'd know it's the song of your name.
This poem reminds me how much she meant to me. It's about looking for love but never really getting over.
More often than not I’m shocked at your capability
To masterfully overlook my lack of subtlety In my actions, words and expressions And my ability To ignore everybody but you You hear me but you don’t listen You see me but you don’t watch All you do is sit and laugh As you pull my strings, That you don’t know were never there More often than not I’m confused by your incivility To boldly call me your liability But you don’t see my actions, words and expressions And my ability To abandon everybody but you
You hear me but you don't listen
she told you the truth
and you told her lies. she told you i love you, and so did you. but she believed you, because how could someone make lies, so beautiful?
Your gravity hit me hard and fast
But mine didn't even touch you It just repelled out of your axis And you still keep pulling my strings I keep falling over my feet The physic's law won't work for me The biology and chemistry both are working against me affecting just me.