My heart has gone down the drain
Once resurrected, but then again
DEAD
But I'm glad
That I turned the water on.
My heart now white,
Keeps bleeding blood,
But yet, overflowing.

Sometimes, Freedom is
Our words, this piece. Unknown to
Your dear beloved.

To kindle thy hearts
Of carbon souls, who loves but
Chose to be hidden.

Cause slicing thy hearts
We know, the angst of losing
What little we have.

Hoping, that feelings
Befall, we remain numb as
We pen our hearts out.

I love poetry
But I started writing it
More after
I met your soul saying,
"I wanted to meet yours too."

I've written hundreds,
Pieces I'd never imagined
That others appreciated too.
So, when I realized
That our love is just an idea
I merely invented,
It truly hurts
Knowing that my words
That I turned to colors
Became rainbows
That everyone admires
BUT YOU.

You gave me a pen.
You gave me a heart.
Without you knowing
How great gift this is
To a soul that assumed
Your heart could belong
To her.

You've done me no wrong.

I loved you, maybe.
But I love poetry.

I thought we were
Destined souls
Bounded from birth
That made our distance
As a stronghold.
That love could subsist
Without a hug
Without a kiss
Just two hearts that co-exist.

But I'm wrong.
We are two people
Who just happen to know
Each other.
Born to be confused
About destinies that
Could be true.

See. .
We are just each other's
Obstacles.
Lesson.
Blind fate.
Before finding what's true.

I'll know,
Definitely.
That you are my man
With those dreamy eyes
that would kiss me
With a glance.
Cause it's only me
To behold such beauty
After you chose me
Over a thousand stars.
And wished to catch me
As you see me falling
In the sky.

*I'll survive the fall.
I will.