We are a perfect pair
Interests and hobbies we both share
I'm Angelina and you are Brad Pitt
You are Romeo and I'm Juliet

But it seems like I came late
Someone's already holding your gate
I stopped and observed her appearance
"Prettier", obvious even at first glance

I try to erase my feelings for you
You'll never be mine, that's true
I guess I was just dreaming
It's just an illusion that my heart's been believing

Yet I keep coming back
To the place where I found this soundtrack
You're still the tune inside my head
The beginning of my sorrow's end

I am afraid that before I say this
You are already gone
You are already with her
You are already a stranger

I am afraid that after this confession
You will ignore me
You will leave me out here
You are already a stranger

I am afraid that while I'm speaking right now
You are not listening
You do not care
You are already a stranger

I am afraid, I'm afraid of what we will be
If there is anything that we will be
All the what ifs may come true
I am afraid... I cannot admit my feelings for you

When distance does not matter
When time does not matter
When age does not matter
When we talk it seems like forever

When the heart beats faster
When the cars beside us move faster
When the daylight comes faster
When we talk it seems like forever

At the end of the day, we will part ways
And walk a different path to an unknown place
Painful it may be for me to even see
I'll think of it as setting ourselves free

For I cannot move on with you still here
Because within my heart is a growing fear
The fear of losing someone I really love
Someone I love but I can never have

And with this poem, I want to end it all
Sorry my love, but you never heard my call
I am sorry but now I have to let go
To end this series and start a new show

I am not anyone special to you
I can't change that, there is nothing I can do
This is farewell and we are moving apart
It is our end, but this is just my start

Do I listen?
Oh, it is rude to listen.
To something that is not mine.

One's voice is as sleek as platinum
The other is my father's
Refreshing as lemons and limes.

Catching wisps of it
Their words are quite curious
About coffee shops and dinosaurs.

Sometimes it's not really
Worth listening to
The subject is too unknown and too far.

I imagine where they might be sitting
Surely not outside our black gate.
It is too hot for anyone to be outdoors…

So they must be on the grey garage
Sitting on the bamboo chairs
Or standing on the floor

Anyway, my thoughts
Drown out their words
My eyes flicker around the computer screen

My sister talks too loud
I reach for the white earphones atop my desk
Play Owl City's 'Metropolis', which I must say sounds serene.

He wrote in the most perfect handwriting
Compared to my scatterbrained black scribbling

His name sounded like
the gold-tipped wings
of angels.
While mine sat on the
brown earth,
dreaming to the skies.

There was always something idiotic
the way his teeth stuck out like a bunny's
He reminded me of Ishaan from Taare Zameen Par
A dyslexic student, great artist, had a smile so sunny.

Take a picnic to a meadow,
A walk next to a creek.
Spend a day in the mountains,
Swim in the ocean so deep.

And tell me there isn't a God.

No, you believed, and maybe the heavens heard.
The wind blasted in just as I feared,

And swept her away, away from you and me
She is gone from us, towards beyond what the eye can see