They dance
Center stage
Under glimmering lights
Glittering bright
Hand in hand
Hearts intertwined

While.

In the
Sidelines
I remain
Watching
Sulking

And.

That's alright.

Love's not for everyone,
Right?

Never run for someone
Who doesn't care about you
Never ruin your glow for someone
Who gives you a headache
Never trust someone
Who left you in your hard times
Never cry for someone
Who made you feel so low
Never invest you energy for someone
Who emotionally exploited you

Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,

Why do words look better on a sheet,
When, from my mouth, they seem incomplete?
How is it they flow so well with ink?
If I try to speak them, I cannot think.
Will they transform, someday? From noise to sound?
If I voice words out there, will they be found?