Spring break

You’re there…
Every where I go.
The moons a reminder you’re nearby, yet so far away.
The breeze blankets my soul with cool air and I can’t help to think of the day I became bitter.
The stars are reminders of the memories we made.
The sea’s a reminder of my endless love for you.
It connects even the most corrupt continents. But distance became they’re biggest enemy.
I don’t know if you think about me the way I think about you.
Since there’s not a written novel about me, I guess not.

I fell in deep, deep love with you before.
But tonight. Tonight I fell out of it.

Peaceful Mornings

Your thoughts can be your worse enemy when you’re trying to sleep.
They can be multiple unanswered phone calls you regret in the morning.
They can make you anxious for a new day so you can start all over again.
They can make you weak. Very, very weak.
Slowly they kill you through the middle of the night, taking away every precious second from your sleep.
A second that you’ll never get back.
They come crashing into your mind like waves crashing against the shore.
They control your every emotion no matter how hard you resist.
There’s no escape.
Theres no silence, except for the silence that surrounds you in your room.

My nights are now days. As the sun rises they fall asleep. As the sun begins to set, they wake.
People ask me why I am up so early

“The earlier I wake, the quieter my thoughts are. And everything just seems to be at peace.”

The Journey

I never thought I’d fall for you. Never in my lifetime did I see my heart beat for you. Never did I imagine of wanting to be with you. Never did I wish to want to kiss you.

I really NEVER saw myself falling for you.

And all that time I never knew,
I grew to like you more than words can explain.

If you were to come back and ask me to love you, I would. But not because you told me to. And if you were to come back and ask me to be with you, I would. But not because you told me to.

But now, you’re gone. A lifeless picture stored in a box. A memory that haunts me every night. A song that repeats itself on the radio. A promise that is forever broken. You’re nothing but a story that came to an end.

You walked right in and back out as if you found yourself at the wrong place. You took every last bit of trust I had left in me. You held my hand wishing I never found happiness. You left quietly in hopes I’ll never notice…sadly, I did.

And all that’s left of you are these walls you built and a tattoo I wear on my back.

So I ask you this,

How should I explain the reason why I don’t talk to you when you were the one who left in the first place?