twosteps

I used to write you I don't anymore The honeymoon period has worn off The feelings "sparadically" come back Even the word reminds me of older days Most would say we're going through complacency I'm not sure I'd call it that. Listening to this song, I hear ring tone sounds in the instrumentals I look up at the sound absurdly thinking You're calling me Finally, After waiting for you all day Longing to talk to you after our fight This poem is jumbled There's no flow Feels more like prose And to think I was rethinking the title. Shiver There it was again - the ring tone sound I don't learn from my mistakes though. You're still

A stone tree was constructed and placed in the center of a park. Exquisitely designed with great detail, it was marveled by all the visitors. The stone tree was proud to be so special and adored. The stone tree was perfect. One day, the stone tree caught sight of one tree in the park and could not stop staring. They eventually became good friends, and soon could not stand being away from each other. They were in love. Seasons had passed. Summer to autumn to winter to spring. The tree asked why the stone tree couldn't change with the seasons. "How can our love grow if you won't change?" he asked. "I'll try to change for you. I really w

let's just forget it. I'm gonna go sleep now I hate it when you do that to me. When you just leave abruptly Leaving me hanging Staring open mouthed at the screen. It's funny, I was just talking about you Becoming overcome by my emotions of you Spilling out all the things I could never think of Like long forgotten belongings Seemingly insignificant objects That you push to the side And leave to gather dust. All the dull, old pieces of you That I wouldn't want But just overlooked. Rustic pieces of metal that I would throw In a junk yard Without a second thought. I was determined. Determined to not look back at the junk I

I wouldn't say I cry easily. Well, I don't cry when my arm hurts Or when I have a bad stomach ache. I do when my heart is in pain... sometimes. So it's weird. I found myself crying over a dream. I dreamt that you, Of all people, Died. Morbid Depressing Death -------- You're in the hospital Lying there. Already dead. But you can come back to me. By pass. Would you want me to? Bring you back to me Only to say you're dead? No. Only to say I love you Stumbling over my constricted throat Forcing away the tears Because I know you like me best when I'm happy. Smile Hunny I would, and give out a choked laugh Even in situati

I came to you On a night where everything went wrong Every stupid, minute thing Wrong. It wasn't even a big deal Parental yellings that I could care less about Once it all blew over, I turned to you like I always do In need of some desperate colour changes From my current blacks and blues To, I guess, the typical yellows, oranges and pinks. I was upset. You used the usual "smile for me," "smile. I know you're smiling" When really, I had a smile Turned upside down. "You'll smile at this" you said. You retold the supposed funny events that occured last night I didn't crack. Not a single crack. You wouldn't believe me. I would

Look out your window. Just look on those rainy days When you're sitting on the bus Traveling at a hundred kilometers an hour on the highway, Look out your window. See the rain droplets? Racing past each other Trying to get to the other end of the glass. Notice that a bump in the road makes them stop A moment in time where the world freezes. Time stops Then just as fast as it ceased It begins again; The race continues With starts and stops throughout. At times your eyes, They'll lose focus. You can see past the rain drops, Past the world flickering images like a movie projector ------------ Eventually the world dissolves i

Time here, The dimension in which events continue or succeed one another; A point of this measured in hours and minutes Ticking away the constant seconds that pass by. Yet 1 second becomes 24 hours in 3 minutes. That 1 night, presumed to last 12 hours, My final 12 hours with you Evolved into 2 days More like fleeting 8 seconds in our minds. 8 seconds of frozen time in our memories. 8 seconds we wished would last for eternity. Time here: Constant seconds. Speeding minutes. Frozen hours.

It really isn't the same without you. ------- The times where our only form of communication were cheap words back and forth. You never had the courage to tell me back then But you had the will. I never had the brain to figure out your feelings, Despite all our flirting; my excessive flirting But you like it that way. ------ Summer You caved into your feelings Collapsing to what "your little body couldn't handle anymore" TO think you were going to tell me yesterday, personally. Doesn't matter. You told me today IN the only form of communication we ever really had, Even if it was the wussy way to tell me, I still would've reac

I know how it feels to be on the other end. The end where you hear the one person you truly care about, not wanting to be with you anymore. The beginning of the end: it's horrible. But now, it's me who's causing the hurt. I don't know if you'll be mad, yell, swear, scream. I'd understand, even though I was never mad when you pulled the same stunt on me. But everyone's different. We're different. I still can't believe I'm doing this. I don't even know if I should now, or wait and see what happens. I don't think I could handle it if I waited though. I can't take it. I've been lying to my parents, my sister, my friends. I can't do it anymore. I

I stare at the screen Stare at the few pictures I have of you, Wishing that you would be here with me. I miss you. I miss you so badly, I want to scream your name so loud, So loud that you can hear it a mile away. A mile away from my heart. Even though I talk to you every day, And laugh at all your jokes and drawings, I feel like crying Because I can't tell you how much I love you... All I can do Is savour the screen, Projecting all your words and pictures, You in your artificial entirety, Displaying what's nothing more than codes and numbers. Until somehow, some way, Something Brings me back to you.