I don't like you. But I like you. It's complicated.

I want to stay, but god has plans for me, so I shall go.
This hurts more than anything, but I'm growing and adapting.
The pain, tears, stress, anger, is all worth it.
You're not gone, you're busy for 2 years.
You won't be forgotten.
You were the glue that held the broken pieces, you can't be invisible.
Things will change and rearrange, but will never change what's in the heart.
There's a bond, hold on to it.
It isn't fun, life wasn't made to be fun.
It's how you live it, that makes it fun.
Don't give up.
Please.
Once you're done, you can always come back.

Is it really hard to love?
Not love as in the cherish womb you were in, or the precious care of family and friend.
Is relationship love hard to cope with?
Is there really a special someone out there for us?,
Sitting on a deck swaying side to side.
Or does love even exist.
It's hurt to know that no one is loving you.
No one to hold or share a kiss.
It hurts to know  that it's hard to find it out there in a big world.
But don't give up, love has to be shared.
You'll find it.

When I steep down,
My heart disappears and I feel weightless.
Confused, scared, excitement spins in me as I'm falling to my death.
I feel weak,
Tears trickling down my face,
So cold.
I close my eyes to avoid the fear in me,
But yet I'm still afraid.
When it's done,
I laugh.
How crazy was I to think I would lose all my identity.
It's just a roller coaster.

The air is mellow,
lights are dimmed.
Everyone seems to be faced blank.
Aroma of coffee beans and jazz,
the floor incrusted with sweat and dancing.
Fingers strumming,
fingers snapping.
Fingers playing,
heads mellowing.
The crowd is covered in berets,
my pen wrapped in tight of my hand.
I feel the sensation to fly off.
That's poetry.

Day 1
He texts her in the late of night
"Was I regret?"
She texts him in the early of  mornings
"No, but..."
Then there was silence.

Day 2
The days drag like the bare feet of a person.
No reply.
Why should she care?
It isn't her business.