Tonight was the last time I whispered sweet words to your ears...
What is the point of saying "I miss you"...
Or "I love you"...
I never get a reply...
I might as well tell it to the wall...
At least the echo will answer...

I don't want to hug you...
If I do hug you...
I will never let go of you...
I don't want to look at your eyes...
If I do...
I will melt in their sweetness...
I don't want...
To lose you...
And the truth is...
I don't want to admit...
I am crazy about you...
I don't want to think...
Of a life without you...

I want to stop loving you...
And I can't...
I just love you too much...
It is too painful...
So painful I can barely write...
So I give up...
I will let time take care of it...
I am hurt...
You have not been transparent...
You never were...
I said "I miss you" for the last time today...
No point saying it...
Your answer will never come...
I will miss you in silence...
My life will start again tomorrow...
I gave up on you...
But not on life...

I said I love you...
And you never replied...
I said I need you...
And you never replied...
That is torture...
Torture is seeing your eyes...
And not seeing myself reflected on them...
Alas...
I can  not blame you...
For I love you too much to blame you...
Even that is torturing me...
So you are not torturing me...
I am torturing myself...
And torture or not torture...
I love you more than yesterday...
When will this torture end??

A tire goes round and round for an eternity...
The same way my inspiration goes around your eyes...
For an eternity...
Maybe my poems belong in a tire...
I don't know...
But I can tell you...
The tire of my inspiration will never get tired...
Of writing poetry for you...
And I hope your eyes will never get tired of it...

I saw the moon...
I saw the sea...
I saw the stars...
I saw all the flowers of the world together...
I felt the sun...
I felt the sky
And all I had to do was look at your eyes...

When I met you...
Your eyes looked beautiful...
Warm and inviting...
They are still beautiful...
But now they seem cold and hostile...
So cold...
My heart aches when you look at me...
My soul burns...
It is like your eyes are burning ice...
Just now I realize you despise me...
While silly me...
I still love you...
I will go somewhere else and cry...
If I cry while close to you...
My tears will probably freeze...
That is how cold you are now...