I find myself calling out your name
It sounded like something close to pain
These memories keep coming back
I find myself smiling because of them

The happiness was only short lived
I find myself being tortured
Things that made me smile back then
Only seems to make me grunge in pain

I found myself some place dark
It seems endless and futile to run
I let the darkness comfort me
I let it wipe the tears you caused

Why do people love in the first place?
Why do you let yourself get hurt?
In love, it isn't all about solace
You know you'd get hurt, you know it
But you still love anyways

How do you love someone?
Is there a proper way to do so?
Love does not have a guideline
It's one of the things in Earth
Where there's no right or wrong

So why keep putting boundaries?
Why prevent people from happiness?
Let them experience the ache, the pain
For them to realize, to actually realize
Just how lucky they are, to be in love

To be happy

She must've been broken
Her smiles don't reach her eyes anymore
Her laughter don't sound the same as before
She must've been trying to cope with it all
It must be real ******* her
Just try once in a while to talk to her
You never know the magic it'll do
It'll help her a lot

In this world,
- you'll feel insignificant at times
but it's okay, you'll get used to it.

You said
It was happy being with me
but as you got to know me
You left

we're worlds apart
you
&
me
just like in this poetry

Love brings happiness
It is warm and quite wonderful
Love gives a homely feeling
A belongingness, a place to be oneself.

When you're in deep enough
There's realization that love can hurt
Love becomes the reason for heartaches
It is harsh, and at times cruel.

The first experience of love...
Is pure, beautiful, and hopeful too.
Similar to when a flower blooms,
Giving off a sweet sweet scent.

You must not be reckless
Be cautious of its thornes.
For when the heart gets broken,
Comes second thoughts to love again.

But when in your heart
Comes love once more
Love without hesitation
Since all kinds of love are new

Living with a dream in life,
There are hardships along the way,
But for my dream it'll be okay.

A dream is a driving force,
It pulls you up
whenever you're not.

In thought of achievement
There is happiness,
There is hope for success

A feeling of excitement
As you come close to it
It's somehow a fulfilment

So I rose up and worked hard
I achieved my dream
But there's no happiness

there are days when i'm tired
too tired to comfort you,
when you're sad or mad
when you're lonely or lost

i'm sorry, for not being there
for not being your shoulder to cry on
someone for you to lean on
i'm just tired

just not at days like this
at days when i'm barely
able to pull myself together,
what more if you lean on me?

i won't let us crumble
and fall down together,
let it be just me
don't drown with me

i hope that you'll be okay
until i piece together my broken pieces
until then just wait for me
i'll be your shoulder to lean on

The truth is,

        I'll never find someone
        who despises me
        as much as myself

        and I'll never be able
        to let someone love me,
        'cause they said

        "you have to love yourself first,
              before anyone else does"

But what if I'll never do?

I think that
there'll never come a day
that I'll be able to return your love.

Because in order to do so
I have to love myself first.

And that's something
I can't see myself doing
even after a million years.

I'm sorry.

I'm a song you fell in love with without planning to.
I'm a song you don't usually go for.
I'm just something new.
I'm the song you played over and over,
I'm a song you got used to.
Now there's nothing so special or new.
And I'm the song you fell out of,
the same reason you fell in.
                              - without planning to.

Love becomes a lie -
when you start to think of it as a game,
but unlike others this game has no victor.
For you'll have to pay the price,
since love is not a game from the start.
Expect you'll end up with tears and a broken heart.

Today when the sun was setting,
                          I ran into a friend
whom I haven't seen in a long time.
As the cold air blows, I stopped in my tracks.
And he just p a s s e d me by.

I was a stranger - to someone I considered
                             - a friend.

And it hurt. I was a stranger to him.
Like the memories we shared
               - got taken away by the winds.
This made me feel
the cold breeze up until my nape.

And when the sun finally set,
At least the moon
              - shined brightly to comfort me.
Yet it still made me remember
the memories we shared under it.

She writes letters to the dead
She writes letters to her friends
She writes letters that has never been read.

She pours out her heart
In every word written by her pen in hand.
She loves to write, but she's not that good at it.

She writes poetry
Atleast that's what she calls it.

Her poetry has been read.
And she thought - wow
How amazing it felt.

She writes poetry
In a way so that she can escape.
She writes,
only until all her problems caught up to her
She stopped.

How can we really know when someone dies, if people live even when they're dead inside?

Maybe,
        
           I could be an athlete
           I'd win the marathon with
           Running away
                     - from all of my problems.

My life is a movie no one finishes
they leave halfway into the sadness.
I guess it's because they know
at the end of the movie,
there'll be nothing to hold on to
but tears and false hope.

Today I am feeling blue
Like the walls in my room
I am dull.

Today was not a good day
Nothing special happened
Just my usual bad luck

Today I just hoped
For something different
And was left dissapointed

I wonder why
We can't get used to
The feeling of sadness

When it consumes you
All you can hope for is
For no one to see your tears
Your weakness

Because even when we're at our lowest,
We still have our pride.

At times we crave for attention
at other times we crave for appreciation
but at the end of the day,
I think all we really want is for love.

Life is not about
how long you have lived
it's about how well you have lived
even for a short period of time,
and that's how anyone can be young.

People don't just fall in love because they have nothing to do,
We fall in love not because we want to
We fall in love because we feel the need to
And yes, all people need love.

But love how will I ever get to forget,
your endless laughter echoing through the room
little notes of poetry you write when I'm blue.

Love, how do you expect me to move on
from someone who made me feel euphoria
someone who showed me
what it means to really be alive.

Love, how can I ever look for someone new
when it was always you, all I wanted was for you
to stay true and maybe we could get through
all the times we felt quite blue,
you were just being crude but even so I love you.

Love, can you not hear me?
I love you! from every single imperfection you have
that still somehow make you the epitome of what is perfect

I beg of you! To listen, just listen to me.
Stay, please stay, because without you
I wouldn't know what to do, or where to go to.
I am lost without you.

Love please stay, come back into my arms
and maybe we can just make love
even if it's a bit cliche
it wouldn't take too much if you would stay.

Stay and kiss my tears away.
Stay with me and forget yesterday
would that be okay?

I was hoping that maybe,

with every rise of the sun
- my dull eyes would light up.
with every drop of rain
- the tears running down my face would be hidden.
with every rainbow
- my grey colored life would gain color.
with the winds
- causing my hair to cover my face
   with an expression of anguish
with the thunder
- causing my screams for love to be deafened

when leaves start to fall
- maybe it'd explain the weight I am feeling,
   maybe it's just because of gravity
when the first snow comes
- maybe my thick clothing could replace
   the warmth you once gave to my heart.
when flowers start to blossom
- maybe I'll start looking at the world beautifully again
when summer comes in
- maybe your side of the bed will warm up again

Or maybe I'll just start the cycle all over again.

Because the winds of time are slowly changing
without knowing, without noticing
we have already drifted apart.

We don't know each other anymore

It wasn't that I never loved you
It was just that I loved you too much
that I had to let you go.

but you don't really have to know that.

Sometimes all you really need
is a hot cup of coffee
and great company

oh, and music too.

i can't hear my own voice
only the voices in my head
i'm losing myself, i don't know

      i've met many people
that act like they care
like they know me
they think can save me
they know nothing at all

      These feelings they
  eat me
    tear me
      hurt me
        b r e a k    me

i forgot what it felt like to live
i was gone in a world that i made
          - a world for my
            e s c a p e.

What if the sky wasn't blue
or if I ever discover something new
what if all your promises stayed true
all of your I love you's

What if we look at things at different view
will things change for us to come through?
what if somehow we'll make do
and maybe meet again at our rendezvous

Maybe if we stayed true and knew
that someday sunrises will be our view
there's no need to read into
just hold my hand and whisper sweetly

I love you

There is this girl I know - a happy one
She is someone you see in the background
blending in, just written as a bystander.

She is a friend of mine, a precious one
I do not know all of her stories
we were not that close
we just talk unimportant matters.

Now she's been a big part of my life
we were both casted as a bystander
our stories unknown, not wanted to be known.

As time passes by I knew
she wasn't a happy girl
I knew a few of her stories
of how she was hurt
how she deserved much more.

This is for that girl I only knew
then became my friend -  a special one.
To me you are not just a bystander
you are as special as anyone could be
who has a story worth hearing
and a love worth giving.

i've never been inlove before
nor have i wanted to.

i have never been the one to dream about love
to want it, and think how lovely it could be.

i have never slept in the a.m.
just so i could to talk to someone
about literally everything and anything

i have never held a man's hand
that wasn't my father's
or my kid brother's

i have never felt so much happiness
so much that my heart could burst

and i've never felt pain like this before
nor have i cried myself to sleep because of a boy

i never thought that receiving a letter or playlist
could be as romantic as all those sappy movies

i have never gotten my heart broken before










until you.

i know this isn't poetry
but i'm tired of
relying too much
on coffee and
sleeping pills

if you were to ask me what i am afraid of
i would not be able to give you an answer
since what i fear the most is what i do not know

I am in love with a man
whose heart is taken,
yet he does not know of it yet.