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A Short Haiku on You

You never liked me.
How could I have been so dumb
To think that you could?


Never Meant To Be

How could you do this to me?
Making me feel things I'd long ago suppressed.

How dare you cause this crisis of conscience,
And leave me to my own devices.

Are other people's feelings just a game to you?
You, of all people, should know better.

What do I do now?
This flip you've switch is not so easily turned off.

But there's no point in leaving it on, is there?
Because nothing will ever happen between us.


Wish

I wish she wondered how my day was
As often as I wonder about hers.
I wish she thought about me
As much as I think about her.
I wish she wondered what I was doing
As much as I wonder about her.
I wish she daydreamed about me
As much as I do about her.
I wish she longed for me
Like I long for her.
I wish she loved me
Like I love her.


Darkness

In the dark of my room
I let in the gloom.
Finally, free to let go.

Tired, exhausted,
Of feeling things
I shouldn't.

I let the all-consuming sadness,
The loneliness,
Wash over me.

Nagging thoughts ruminating,
Gnawing,
Like termites in the back of my mind.

A few tears escape,
All I can muster
From the dredges.

Dead inside
And too emotional
All at the same time.

I close my eyes.
The sweet reprieve of sleep
Finally finds me.


Crush

They call it a "crush"
Because it's such a burden;
A black cloak that
Smothers your soul,
Cuts off oxygen
To the brain,
Rendering you dumb.

They call it a "crush"
Because it feels like
An impossible weight
That will never lift,
Slowly squeezing you
To death.

They call it a "crush"
Because it slowly kills
Your desire
To do anything
Logical;
Intrusive thoughts
All-consuming,
Your mind no longer
Your own.

They call it a "crush"
Because it feels
Like a bottomless pit
Of despair;
No hope,
Only darkness,
And no way out.


Morning Thoughts

Why can't I
Just let go of hope?
Life would be
So much easier.
All I want
Is peace of mind...
But that's not quite true,
Is it?

A calm mind, yes,
Not riddled with
Thoughts of what
Will never be.
But also,
What I really want,
Is for you
To just love me.


My Weakness

The smooth skin of your fingers
Entwined with mine.
The feel of your silky, downy hair
At the nape of your neck.
The electrifying gentleness
Of your kiss upon my cheek.
I try to gather my strength,
But your touch makes me weak.


Ran

I ran.
I ran and ran until
My lungs burned and
My blood was battery acid.

I ran.
I ran and ran until
I felt like puking,
My muscles tense.

I ran.
I ran and ran until
I physically couldn't,
Just to get away from you.


Ripped Apart

I don't feel like eating.
Nothing new.
I sleep like shit,
Thinking of you.

Why have I let you
Wreck me once again?
I thought this was something new,
Perhaps a special friend.

But here I am again,
Feeling awfully dumb.
Instead of feeling joy
I only feel numb.

When will I learn
To guard my heart
Instead of letting you
Rip it apart?


Why Me?

Why did you have to tell me?
Why did you share your secret with me?
Why couldn't it have been someone else?

Why did you flirt with me?
Why did you have to put ideas in my head?
Why couldn't you have left well enough alone?

Why did I have to love you?