You love her.
And that’s fine,
really,
I’m happy for you.

But don’t you find it odd
that you talk about her
constantly,
But she never says anything about you.

Don’t you find it strange
her name drips from your mouth
but she doesn’t talk about your
Smile and laughter
Like you talk about hers.

You have fallen head over heals
For a girl that hasn’t even stopped for you.
That isn’t a relationship.

You deserve love.
But you can do better than her.

I'm stealing glances,
trying to hide behind
useless conversation

I'm taking my chances,
trying to conceal all my
misappropriations

Am I hurting or am I healing?
I'm not yet sure of what I'm feeling
I just sense your magic run through me
Like a thousand volts of ecstasy

I'm counting the seconds,
trying to delay the
pull-down of the curtains

I look to the heavens,
trying to beseech
the God that never listened

Am I hurting or am I healing?
I'm not yet sure of what I'm feeling
I just sense your abandon stagger me
Like a thousand volts of misery

Oh, you.
when I think of you,
it's as if sparks start flying above my head
when I look at you,
drums of arrhythmia keep beating in my chest

Am I hurting or am I healing?
I'm not yet sure of what I'm feeling..
Am I hurting or am I healing?
I'm not yet sure of what I'm feeling..

i hate you
this feeling of grudge just make me feel uncomfortable
why
for three long years, why are you still here
stuck in my head?
everytime we're in the same space
why do i have to hold everything
my palms felt sweaty
every mistake i make in front on you makes me feel extremely bad
i get all sweaty everywhere
why are you still part of my mechanism?
i just want to move on from this feeling
that feeling when i still long for you
whenever im alone thinking of us being together
i don't want those delusions anymore
im tired.
im tired of convincing myself that we can't be
we're impossible to be together
im tired of making myself digest that I
i'm not your perfect pair
i'm not at your standards
and telling myself it's ok
you'll find someone better
but when?
as time goes by it kept me suffering
as our space get smaller it gets suffocating
coz if you get closer, i would lose my impulse
i wouldn't want to break you
yes, i like you
but no, you don't like me too.

They say that, “the saddest poems are the ones that were never read by the person they were written for”
But how do I tell you that... you’ve read all the poems I wrote about you
You just didn’t know they were for you

I could’ve woken you
In the morning
And kissed you warm
On your lips
I could’ve hold
Your hands in mine
While strolling
In the morning light
I could’ve kissed you
Under the mistletoe
Crooning the carols right
But I didn’t do any
Just because
I was in love with you
But you weren’t
In love with me

It suddenly dawns on me
In the darkness
That I'm not convinced
You actually care about me at all

And if I forgot to stamp the footprint of me
Constantly
In your mind
You'd let the snow build
And it would be like I'd never been there
At all