"Having gone through it once did not mean it did not hurt the second time. It is painful, raw and heart-wrenching. But I know I am going to get through it. I know I have to invest in myself, the people who I love and love me back and invest in the things that make me feel better so that my past would not hold me captive. I know if I was to work for the better, I would be much happier with my present and would not go back to rekindle with my past as I would have accepted the suffering is part of the path of finding my strength and a better self."

- excerpt from an open letter

Eyes only for it at the start
Claimed to never look away
Ignored and started falling apart
Eyes now set on a new display

Intense feelings were felt from the last
But comfort was provided by the new
Decided to move and forget the past
And embraced the one that understands his hue

Nervous for what he had done
A crime only his heart can tell
For he broke a pledge, saying she was the one
Now his heartaches, like being burned by the fires of hell

Questioned himself If it was wrong
To pursue something that gave him ease
Like dancing to a properly tuned song
The closest to what he can call bliss

I am the second choice
The one that holds you together
The listener on the sidelines waited to be called

I am the best friend that’s never seen as more
Mending all your wounds of the other guys you so chose
Never overstepping the title you have given me

I make a promise that remains unbroken
That I would never leave your side
Always be there for you, wiping the tear from your eye

I am the second choice
I will never be the first
Only haunting the feeling that you’ll see me as the worst

the clock
tick tocks
in golden variables
every hour malleable
every minute ductile
every second savored
while we are juvenile

"I love you," he said.
"Yes, I know that," I said, "but are you in love with me?"
He paused for a second.
I didn't need him to say anything else.
In his hesitation, I found my answer.

B.K.
~ An excerpt from a book I will never write.