Who are we when sometimes even stars are alone.

I don't wanna get habituated to losing people even before they start to love me.

I've learned today that,
No matter what,
There's something beautiful about being able to lose for you.
There's satisfaction in winning with you, but there's more joy in losing with you.

Poem,
isn't enough.
Words,
aren't enough.
Letters,
aren't enough.
Ideas,
are too much.
Thoughts,
can't get enough.

There'll not be a special time, special day, special moment where I can say I love you too much.
Because every moment, my soul, my mind, my plans, my future, my actions are for you, because of you, and unfortunately I wasn't enough.

My love for you has lived within me,
And has died within me

When I'm trying not to think about you,
I actually,
End up thinking a lot about you.

YOU are special to ME.