i fell for your dreams
even your most convincing lies
i fell for your truths
your vulnerability at nights
i fell for your curious smile
and your wicked mind
i fell for the honesty
and the words you rhymed
i fell for the wrong reasons
and now i fear to confess
for you **
today, im feeling blue, blue, blue
in every single hue, hue, hue
not that it's anything new, new, new
not like it's never because of you, you, you.
my family makes me sad sometimes. sometimes sad and then something else.
i cannot bring myself to hate you,
not even when you're the reason i feel blue.
i should bring myself to hate you,
but with each glance at you, my love only grew.
i must bring myself to hate you,
at least that much, i knew.
yet every time we talk,
my heart would flutter and dance.
yet every time we text,
i savor it like it's my last chance.
yet every time you cross my mind,
a smile plays across my face, ever the romance.
my first crush committed suicide.
i remember the hurt at a young age
from chasing him around his living room
begging him for a kiss.
from my young age i knew i wanted him
in my life forever.
through his weaves and gagging
running around the furniture and up the stairs,
losing him sounded foreign then
and having lost him now, still feels the same.
our fathers drank and our mothers giggled
born three months apart
our future planned together
both saying "i do"
uniting us all together.
life flew on by
us both fighting with ourselves
and downing the bottles underneath the bed
loaded and silenced
family portraits painted in red
long life memories all put to rest.
only one made it out alive
but it's hard to breathe
out of us how was it me
and you in a little box
where a diamond ring should be.
my mind keeps wondering
when will i stop chasing you
then my heart replays
every time you turned a corner
you looked over your shoulder
and how you smiled at me.
i miss you
we write because we are told
we write because we are cold
so why write poetry?
is it to obey
is it to simply misbehave
is it due today
is it more than what we say
why do you write poetry?
because I can
because I am
we are made to feel
we are made to speak
some people are quiet
and others are bleak
words are expressive and alive
but some words are best left to die
yesterday i realized
i learned self love from my father,
he so deeply depends on others to make him feel complete.
why do our parents compare us to their life back then?
why do they compare us to others?
why are we trying everyday to be like others?
why can't we be just enough to our parents?
why do we have to be someone else?
HOW COME THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND US?
why are some kids seperated from their parents?
why are some parents being too ******* us?
why do they make us feel that we're not enough?
Why did I turned myself into a monster?
it's all is my fault.
questions. Sighs, im sorry
everytime i look at you, more flowers grow from my heart and the sun shines a little brighter