I wanted you to take me out on a date,
but you said you're too busy,
romanticizing your sadness.
I guess you need that sorrow
to write your music,
just like I needed my heart broken
by you
to write my poetry.

You say you've moved on,
but she has my face,
my hair,
and my snorty laughter.

When I first saw her,
just for a moment,
I thought that she was my long lost twin
and that you found her
just to bring her back to me.

I slip through strangers,
to reach the front row.
On my tiptoes,
I strain to see you,
to catch a glimpse.
I raise my hand,
hoping you'll see me.
"I'm here," I call.
But you don't care,
and I am lost in the crowd.

Your mistreatment taught me
how I deserve to be treated -
at least better
than you ever did.

I should have
punched you
the first time I saw you.
A broken hand
would have been better
than a broken heart.

I wanted you to care for me.
Instead, your touch
gave me contact dermatitis.

I know I lack a sense of humor.
The only time I ever made someone laugh
was when you treated me
like a joke.

We met in the worst possible way,

Two hearts left broken, led astray.

You said, "You know what? Love isn’t real,

So let’s just start to play."

No longer was she the lover girl,

Who believed that love’s a twirl—

A dance, a whirlwind romance

No longer was he the gentleman,

Who buys you flowers, who takes your hand,

Someone who believes love’s something grand

Because they’ve both loved someone before,

Built a home, then closed the door,

Both left crying on the floor

So when they met,

They didn’t believe

That love was something they could give

So they just played—

There’s a spark, “It’ll just fade,” they said

Because they met each other in their worst state,

Not expecting love to find a way.

Today, I
put a full stop
at the end
of an on-going
poem,

the sad part was
that I thought it will
bleed beyond it,

but all it asked for
as a light mentioning
in pages,

I had to refuse
so I added another
full-stop..

i once cherished to a flower with care,
Watching it bloom, its scent would suffuse the air.

But as time passed, i grew bored, weary,
And stopped your care, not fully there.
As the days went by, the scent waned,

Just like that, the flower was gone.
Now you yearn for the fragrance you once ignored,
And crave the care you let pass, forever more.