Hey
Do you know
how much you can inflict in me,
oh-so-easily?

Do you know
how I cherish every feeling you leave,
because that's all I have?

Do you know
is it you, or me,
who is being ingenuous?

Do you know
it's you who make me write ****** poems,
in a language that's not my mother-tongue?

You don't
thank you for that,
and everything else.

Sometimes, ignorance really is the bliss.

I thought I watched those films with you to pass the time, but I never liked those films.

I liked you.

I didn’t travel all that way to where you were because I hated home.

I hated not being with you.

I didn’t pay all that money to see that band because I had to see them live.

I had to see you.

I didn’t decide to go to that party that night because I was afraid of missing out.

I was afraid of missing you.


But you wanted to see those films.

You wanted to get away from home.

You had to see that band.

You wanted to go to that party.

You never wanted me.


It pains me how hard I tried, but it pains me more that you never did.

My use of personal pronouns
Puts me in my poem;
I can roll a rock with Sisyphus,
Be in a ceiling flame in Rome.

I can bring you back to life,
Sharing tales and tea;
Sitting there before my fire,
For all eternity.

I go marauding with Attila,
Walk with Neil Armstrong,
Fly high with Amelia,
Be a Beatle with my song.

My pronouns give me presence
In my lover's residence;
I'm just a specter she can't see;
A spirit roaming outside of me.

I can jot an I with you,
I could pen an our;
But that's just ink on my notebook,
Not as sweet as sour.

I can use my pronouns
To put you in my verse;
And then I lay my pen down,
I'm cursed, but none the worse.
You're just poetry to me.

Broken blue boy
My heart aches for you
And yours for her
But I don’t know how to stop loving you

She broke your heart
So tell me why my chest is aching
I’d take all the pain you feel
At no cost at all
If only you’d look me just once with admiration in your eyes

I’ll mend your heart
Stitch it together with a needle and thread
I’ll sew my hand to your chest
Feel your heartbeat beneath my palm
Reminding us both that you’re alive and healthy
Even if your mind is struggling to go on without her
Your heart still beats in tune with mine

Broken blue boy
Someday you’ll wake up and laugh again
The sun will feel warm on your skin
And you’ll realize that your chest is no longer hollow
Someday you’ll wake up
And your heart will no longer beat for her
But for yourself

I think march has returned though it snows outside I can hear you outside and I’m slurring forgetting my senses and ignorant to the truth you posses; pretending it could be but would never be because this
is me forever.
unrequitedunrequitedunrequited; get it tattoed on me it will make no alteration because I can face it everyday needlessly.unrequited you are silenced from the rest. In the movie you are the fool  and unrequited you are unvisible/invisibe.no one cares to correct you for spelling because everyone forgets to read or write. As have you so what has drawn you back here; to march?
maybe she missed her letdown glazing her tear fire maybe she missed how the pen and the dark proved a healer and wanted to feel saved again from a nightmare.