I feel so much for you,
Yet never enough,
How much more
do I need to love you
for my heart
and yours
to be filled; fulfilled.

It's true
That
I don't know
What Love is

But I've felt it.

The first day we met
Your bright smile
Made me want to say
All the cheesy things
Like
Hi Summer
I'm autumn
And I'm coming after you

Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?

I'm a bit tired of dreaming, can I sleep now?

Will the world change for the better?

Or worse,

Would it have been worth anything?

And most importantly, do you know?

Will I wake up in a better place?


Don't panic, I'm just tired of trying so hard.

But I'm still here.

Your dreams are valid
But first
You need to sleep.

... Because love is the opposite of easy.