i dont know why i still think about you
i shouldn't even care about you
but i do
and i hate it
i hate that i still think about you
and who you are to me
i hate how your voice makes me smile
how you make every song sound better
i hate how you knew just how to make me feel better
how we were supposed to stay friends
i hate how even though i say i hate you
i dont
i still care
and i still think about you
how you basically live in my head rent free
how good you look in a white button down and black slacks
how those glasses make you look so handsome
i could list a million things but they there aren't enough words
to describe how wonderful you are and can be
id say you are picture perfect
but thats just scratching the surface
you have grown and flourished
like a dandelion or a sunflower
i sometimes wonder if wed talk more if i hadn't given you that letter
if you would text me songs or just random things
but here we are
not friends or more
just strangers with moments shared between them

I knew when I saw you it would be like time hadn't moved
After a few moments we got back into our usual groove
And the scent of you lingered for the seconds I hugged you
I felt happy to be there and maybe you knew

I playfully motioned for you to hold my hand so you did
You probably didn't notice the smile I hid
The tv flickered with a game in the background or music
All while we leaned closer and in an instant felt lucid

We embraced again before the night was done
You walked me out and said you had fun
One more hug this time with a tighter squeeze
In a way it felt infinite and like time could just freeze
I nestled my face in your neck and you did the same
I'm sure you felt my heart race and still you stayed tame
I slowly let go of our entangled goodbyes
Then did my best to avoid your eyes

How long had it been since I felt those butterflies within
With him, it was truly a romance to get lost in

The more you look around
The more you realize
Every day people are doing
Everyday things,
Things they don’t really want to do,
But must, to get ahead, to stay afloat,
To not get knocked down.
But the more you look around,
You see the hurt, you see the failure,
You see it imminent within you, too.
You resist and you pull away, and you
Tell yourself that you are different,
You will lead a different life and have success.
But the more you look around,
The bleaker it gets.
Sometimes life is better with the blinders on.

I just want to see her and tell her I'm sorry for everything I've done to her and i know it's wrong but I still love her and I still want to kiss her and love her. I know she doesnt care about me but I'm sorry. I'm still missing you but I know your happy now and I wont mess with that. I'm still missing you so much

Warmth flows from my lips
Air barely escapes
Pushing forward
never moving
Open, close
Open, close
Standing in an empty room
Filling space with nothing
and everything
Consuming in a vacuum
Giving nothing in return
Seeking purpose
Finding guilt
Depth is created
not given

The interphase of our love was sweet,
We grew, we learnt and fought on repeat!

In the prophase of our affair,
We became more aware;
Of the disappearance of our doubts.
Trust, like chromosomes was visible throughout!

The metaphase was all about balance,
Time, career and some semblance.
We appeared strong to the world's eye;
But to be honest, it was more of a lie!

The anaphase marked our splitting!
When heartbreak poems and sad songs seemed fitting.
We drifted apart to the opposite poles,
Lamenting the loss of each-other's soul.

By the end of the telophase, our fates were sealed;
Our story was forever concealed,
The new lives we built had everything new,
Yet we were one with remnants askew!


Our DNA may one day become free of each-other,
Till then we shall continue to be miserable individually together!

There was a time when we were happy together
The stresses of life were nothing more than the weather
And every smile on our faces brought us pleasure

But there are times in life when the wind becomes fast
And the sunshine turns to rain so the warmth doesn’t last

There is a split in the cloud, where the sun breaks through
That little bit of sunshine is when I see you
Without my sunbeam, what will I do?