You and him..
You don't quite known how you fit together...
I'm kind of under the weather..
There will be time for us to be friends..
Unless it's the end of us..
Unless you say you care
And you don't..

I'm scared I'll lose you.
Because, he doesn't like me
Like you do..

I'm happy for you..
I am..

Just there's a space between love and lust.

Finding out where you fit..

In my life..

There's always a space for you here..

Somewhere...

You'll always be here.

Even if you don't care.

I'm not confused.
Nor jealous.

I know they're happy.
I'm happy for them.

I am hurt but not by her.

By everything else in this world.

I'm not hurting you.
Not hurting her.

So don't..

Write

Poems

About

Me.

I don't remember when the **** my poetry became about pleasing people or getting votes or views.
I don't remember when my writings were only created to be approved by a friend.
I don't know when things became about success or money.
I don't know why it turned into pleasing a lover.
But as soon as it did become about those things, I lost my spark, and suddenly writing was a chore.
I'm done with burning in my small spotlight with nothing flowing on paper,
I just want to be free.
It's time I get back to writing the way I used to.
For my emotion. For my passions. For myself.

Nobody can age without
Making mistakes
So I know that we're both
Destined to change
The soles of our shoes
Have grown side by side
But someday you'll go left
And I'll turn right
Memories are fallible
But they can't be replaced
And I'll use this faulty camera
To hold onto pictures of your youthful face
And no matter how much happens
No matter if we say goodbye
I will always remember you
You'll always be nearby
Because you're like Midas
With you, I felt like gold, loved and unpriced
This gold mine heart will linger
With your touch my whole life