i dont think of you as much as i used to
but i do think enough to still feel it hurting
i am just patiently waiting
for the day
that i will
think of you
with sorrow
for the last time

i think that
poems about love
and our feelings
for other people
mostly *****
but we are willing
to see it as beautiful
because we have to see
our pain
or our happiness
reflected on others
otherwise we can't understand it
as real
we see ourselves on others
and identify a certain feeling
to feel complete
or accepted
somehow

Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room, yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair.

Outside lives a girl with eyes of joy that brings you to ease, yet inside hides a girl shedding tears of sadness.

Outside lives a girl with a beautiful laugh that's contagious, yet inside hides a girl screaming her lungs out in unwanted anger.

Outside lives a girl with the personality everyone envies, yet inside hides a girl full of insecurities and shame.

Outside lives a girl who is fearless and tough, yet inside hides a weak girl who lives in fear.

Outside lives a girl full of life, yet inside hides a girl full of pain, wanting to die.

Outside lives a girl with a perfect image, yet inside hides a girl with regrets and mistakes.

Outside lives a girl of innocence, yet inside hides a girl with tremendous guilt.

Outside lives a girl with goals and aspirations, yet inside lives a girl lost in confusion.

When you smile at me its like you've shot me but with medicene instead of a bullet

If you would chase her
     to the ends of the earth
climb ladders in to the sky
  jump on to clouds that
                            ascended
  just to follow the light
                 of a thousand stars
and rest on the moon
         to counter
                  the light years you
        pursue, racing to catch up
if you would wrap yourself
         around this infinite
                   Universe
  just to say: I love you
make sure, she's the one
   to say: I love you back.


© Sia Jane

He cast off his clothes
and his soul he laid bare
as he knelt with his nose
to the floor in prayer
then someone mistook
his crack for a rack
and parked the front wheel
of their bicycle there...