You became too many things to me
All at once
Then i got tangled in the idea of us
Not knowing you were on the fence
Emotions do funny things
Like pinning me down, making me helpless
The pain was sweet but the results weren't
I did love my sore wrists
But not my sore soul
For now you've ruined the game
By saying you don't play
Then playing it anyway.

You are not a poet,
Just as I am not a poet,
But that does not mean we cannot write poetry,
Perhaps one day we will be named poets,
But just as we are not poets,
Whoever grants us that title also can't be a poet,
So all I can wish to do,
Is touch the hearts of my fellow title tossers.

Walls fall down
and heart doors open,
love surrounds,
what once was broken.

My heart reaches out,
it screams, it smiles
knowing that one thing
will stay constant.

Eros and Aphrodite, Is dancing
Eros and Aphrodite, Is spending time
Eros and Aphrodite, Is noble and clean
Eros and Aphrodite, Is romancing
Eros and Aphrodite, Is hearing bells chime
But Eros and Aphrodite, Are in their Dreams

Remember waking up to the smell of mothers' breakfast on the table waiting to be eaten,  while she sang her childhood songs in the kitchen?

remember being super excited to meet your friends at school but rued the moment of your eyes locking with your class teacher?

remember the love letters we would send to the people we were infatuated with because we thought they were perfect , and the gossiping we used to do about other relationships?

Remember after school afternoons were we would stall the time to go home and extend procrastination hours from school work ?

Remember when thinking that everything in the future is just a dream that would never come,  but everyday was a step closer?  
I smile...because I remember
because I counted every minute I lived,  but never took time to count how many minutes I'm dying.