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In doing this
You're hurting me more
I hope you know
I feel lost, empty, confused
I just want our bond, renewed

This is so hard for me
To stand idly, when you're so close
I can reach you, but not touch you
And that is slowly killing me

My voice was heard,
But basically rejected
And I have been infected
By this never ending pain
That's all I ever retain

I'm sorry, I'm so so so sorry
I caused this, this strain
I just can't help it
That I have such strong feelings
That will never go away

                               *I'm sorry...
I wiped the tears from her eyes
as she whispered
"I dont understand"
her gaze pierced through me
while awaiting a response
from mine

there are a million things I could say
they'd all be completely true
but in that second it was a strain
to even say what I wanted to say--
those words were never spoken

when she looked away
I swear she was disappointed
by the words that were said
and that she knew I would stay
no matter how many times
she throws me away

I will still be there by her side,
to have her hand in mine--
when she's happy, when she's sad
I know its crazy, and utterly mad
but if I could give you the world

I would stop at nothing to do so
You (YKWYA)
by Shani Jonas aka Aririkatoki

How can I just ignore
the way you make me feel?
The way that you have my heart sprinting
it's almost as if it was in a race
Yes, a race, where the trophy is your love and affection
a race, where even though the finish line seems to be no where in sight
my heart keeps running
Because it's wishing, hoping
that all this work will be worth it in the end
because I'll have you, right?
Wrong.

You have my stomach doing gymnastics
tricks that would get 10 gold medals
but what good would those be?
they don't matter
because even after all those awards
I won't be happy
because I wouldn't have you

Oh, I try and try and try
I really do
but no matter how much I try
I can't be just friends with you
So even though we joke and laugh and play
and even though it may not seem this way
My heart is still racing
and my stomach is still flipping
and my soul?
my soul is just longing
and even though I know the finish line will never come
and that all those medals will never be enough
my soul will still long
and that's all that I can do.

— The End —