So this is what they call feelings...
I wish these were happy feelings...
It is painful to have feelings...
And feel rejected and ignored...
In my case...
These should not be called feelings...
These are saddings...
And my heart is crying...
I wish I lived in a world where feelings only existed in the case of happiness...
But I'm human...
And I laugh and cry...
And I'll always have feelings...
Either happy or sad...
I wish,  my dear reader, that your day is happier than mine...
As sad and heartbroken as I am...
I can only wish happiness to everyone in this world...
Even to the girl who broke my heart...

No one can force anyone to fall in love...
Love is magic and spontaneous...
I voluntary fell in love with you...
And you, voluntary played with my feelings...
So Love and rejection are both voluntary...
Too bad I can not voluntary get you out of my mind and my heart...

I like to think every day brings a new beginning...
A chance to smile and be happy...
No matter what happened the day before...
I do this by thinking I am a caterpillar at night...
And everyday at dawn I become a Butterfly...
With wings...
To be able to go anywhere...
Soar  above the ground...
Be free...
Hop from flower to flower...
And rejoice at the trees...
The rain and the wind...
We humans can not hop from flower to flower...
But we can enjoy life in small moments...
I find happiness in the small things...
I say hi to the flowers...
I greet the trees and the birds...
I love looking at the sky...
The clouds...
Maybe I am truly a butterfly...
Who knows...
Let happiness , hope and optimism run your life...
Let your soul be a butterfly...
Maybe I will see you enjoying the flower nectar in the park someday...

So you don't talk to me anymore...
And I can't do anything to change that...
But I can write as much as I want...
For I love writing...
I write long pages as I imagine I am talking to you...
It is like I am talking...
And you just listen...
Or don't say anything...
Not much different from when I used to see you in person...
You didn't listen to anything I said...
So no difference...
This poem is called "So you don't talk to me anymore"...
It should be called "You never  really listened to me"...
But I  think it should be called "you never really cared about me"...

I wish I was an eye in the sky...
So I could follow you every move...
For my heart aches when you are not near...
Even now that your heart belongs to another man...
I would have solace if I could get a glimpse of you...
I suppose I am an eye in the sky...
But it is cloudy so I can not see you...
Perhaps the clouds are in my heart...
And in my soul...
I know you will never look up...
If you did...
Just for one second...
You would see me up there...
Missing your eyes...
And all of you...