minus the pain that youve been giving me all these days. yes, im still doing fine.

I can delete all your picture, but it's  hard for me to forget all our memories together.

You left me with a lot of questions. Who is that girl? Why are you not replying all my messages? Why you avoiding me everytime I come closer? Why you broke your own promise that you sealed with me? You said you will never hurt me but you did. You left me heartbroken. You even said you value the word of love, but why you say I love you to other woman?

Then, suddenly you texted me say that it's all lies that you don't felt heartbroken while you looking at me. You are sorry and all. You are sad looking at me. Oh please for love's sakes, I don't need your pity. I want answers.

You are new in my life, yet I feel I knew you for a long time. You tell me all your secrets to me and that time I know you have a very dark side that I don't even want to know. You keep telling me your story what you have been through before you came in my life. You feel vulnerable. You afraid it will happen again. But I'm here. I will support you no matter what. I will never jugde you. We will face it together, my love

She cries out at night hoping for
someone to tell her it's ok.
She doesn't love him, not like she thought she would. She believed she could make herself love again.
Wrong.
She has a broken soul held together by scars.
Numb.
Longing to feel again.

And I answered:
To see and touch all that I forgot,
To remember the delta where
Immense waters rushed to
My memory's melodic forms.
     To remember that ***** that
     Broke my heart,
     How I loved her,
     Look at all the poems
     I wrote for her!
To feel the livid wounds
Of everyone fester about
Like domesticated bipeds,
Watch them grow entangled
Beneath a shivering sun.
        To read the crazy beautiful
        Of other people's thoughts
        And get in their heads without
        Psychological babblings
        And manipulation.
To watch the shadowless sun
Create a phantom city
In the concrete swarms,
To stretch every sense
Into the living moment.
      To catch myself from splitting,
      Or perhaps to split from myself
      And call me crazy,
      Laugh it off and cry
      When I read it again.
To embody what I miss
With these fucken cell phones
And internet opinions
With elongated voices
Lonely, their kind of
Misery loves company after all.

      Why the poem?
      Ask yourself,
      What else is there??

I wish I could write about pretty things,
But I have to tell you what the darkness brings.
You have to know,
The monsters that live below.