Are you talking about me?
Do you want me to leave?


...
I , umm,
I wanted to stay.
And i dont know why i didnt say,
The things i meant to.

Online relationships are hard, i know.
So it’s okay to leave before the show.
I thought I could see you
And i thought you could see me too.

I’m sorry i didnt mean to hurt you.
I didnt want to.
I know saying sorry won’t fix it
But I’d rather do that than just sit.

I never meant to make it seem like i expected a smile.
I didn’t mean for you to have to fake happiness
I wanted to be the place where you could talk, confess.

I wanted to know who you are truly
Not who everyone believes you to be.
But if you want me to go,
Then I’ll respect it, i suppose.
It’s not what i want
But I don’t want to be one more place where you put up a front.

my mouth is
telling you to
leave but my
eyes are begging
you to stay.

When we kissed;
           she used her tongue,
           to write poetry in my,
           mouth.

If only we could take the pain
of the ones we love
and somehow put that weight
on our own shoulders

I want to go out
And drink coffee.

Talk about life
And kiss you.

But that is silly isn't it?
I don't like coffee much.

I'll just buy some for you
So I can watch you smile.

Then lets dance and laugh because
It's an amazing feeling to be loved.

who broke the moon? its
slivers shatter on tile and you
emptied them in our flowerbeds,
waiting, i think, for the rain.

Hello.
I am sorry.
Sorry I left.
Sorry I caused pain.
If I did at all.
Sorry I wasn’t worth it.
Sorry I couldn’t help.
Or be worth anything.

I really don’t know.
I love her.
She says the same.
But, turns and says,
I don’t like you.

It hurts.
A pain so sharp.
That not even a knife tearing into me,
Could surpass the pain.

I shouldn’t care.
I was so careful.
I shut everyone else out.
But, she opened my gates.
And, entered my heart.
Then, she tore it apart, slowly.
I used to be strong.
Now, I am nothing.
Only a weak husk of my former self.

I love her.
I really do.
I honestly don’t know how to feel.
Not now.
Not anymore.
Can I trust her?
Can I care for her?
Without being scolded
For being too clingy
Or annoying.

I want to be with her.
I want to care for her.
I want to help her.
I want to be there for her.
At least
I want to be by her side.
Even as a friend.

However,
I fear that
I may have ended
Any chance of that.

Now
I have no guide.
My compass is broken.
Such is my heart.
Shattered and spread out.
Will it ever be fixed?
I don’t know.
I wish I did.
But,
I don’t.

I hope
It can be fixed.
One day.
By one person.