He still loves the girl
The girl who left him just because
Yet his heart was still with her
She wanted to let him wait.

A year younger whom i fell
It doesnt matter, it would fade.
Avoid him at all cost
The time is coming to an end.

I like you, i mean i feel you too.
**** what could i do
Should i just forget about you
Let go of all things I knew.

Oh wait, I know nothing.
Felt like the first time we met.
We talked in lines.
And that's that.

It just hurts so much.
To know all of it was friendly.
Now all is ending.
I saw the line you sent to other.

Hurts it wasn't me.
It won't be me.
It will never be me.
How I wish it could be.

All it takes is a rehab.
Control when he replies.
Stop when he seened.
Forget is what you need.

Another step, a chapter
You'll be again the another.
From strikes I felt
You were different.

Move on, let go
They'll be happy, be happy too.
Learn from the pain
You'd be needing it later.

Trying to move on from you has been the toughest task so far
Until I realized it wasnt betrayal from your side at all
It was mere the lack of willingness you possess
Why was it so hard to confess
With your phrases , you placed me high
But your endeavors never made you mine..

By the fortuitous act of destiny we met
I am here for you always, you said
Your words never aligned with your actions
This didnt govern the laws of my attraction
You kept promising
I kept believing
Hopes in my heart were crushed by your unkept words
But I kept covering the extra yard
Standing on the crossroad I accepted something I always knew
This realization cleared the view
There is one who you belong to
There is something else you crave for
This is when I started giving up
I didnt let go off you
I just let go off the willingness to be with you

I have this habit of staying
in a situation
while the rest of the world
had moved on.

Baffled
as to why these people
seems to be fine
hours after the disaster

Now I think
there's something wrong
with me.

Care not of what she did,
She did of what she had to.
More of an eye for an eye;
And the cycle would go on.

Take the pain, of what she did.
Bury it deep and change your view.
Oh and FYI,
You'll learn to move on.

-HIY

There is a soft tune that
moves beneath your fingers
as they move over the pages
and words and worlds
that you will never see.
All the words of hope
that I whisper
to the you
who exists within these barriers
of skin, bones and sorrow.
I fear these words will be like the music
that doesn’t stop but fades,
dissolving into time and distance.
Like that music
it will pass from me to you,
from you to nothingness.

Of all the things made on earth
Pen and Paper were perfectly match.
The pen that has too many colors
and while the paper has too many pages.

When you were at the peak of wanting to write poem
this two things meet like when you met him
it suits very much that you can able to write the perfect words
to describe your happiness.

But while you continuously writing
you never figure out
that the paper were starting to get out of pages
and then you stop.

You wanted to crumple that piece of paper
and just overflow the ink from within
but the pen describe you
and those pages are the moments you made together.

Maybe it's time to finish it
to open new pages to write poems
to breath and think of new words
and to write again.