Nothing there anymore
Everything good thrown out
Did not try to stop it
What is there to talk about?

i wish i never asked you if you still felt the same.
it doesn’t matter anymore.
i rather live in a lie than lose you.

i’m so sorry for everything.

I can see and sense my new way of being
I can feel and recall the power of seeing
The veil of “my thoughts” have lifted
Something profound in presence shifted

Seeing the world clearly isn’t what you think
The taste of the drink, is just the taste of the drink
There is no craving, fantasy, or filter
The simplicity throws you off kilter

I'll stay here for now to see what's next
Presence is a moment, without context
Uncertainty is now my friend not my foe
I take a step forward, let's see where we go

I'm not as concerned with what
I leave behind
As much as I am about
who I leave behind.
Because when I die,
it'll be like I'm blind.
And as much as people
can be black holes,
People can also be
the sun, moon, and stars;
Ready to help you wherever you are.
So that's why I want to live.
Not just for me;
but to stand beside someone
Who stands by me.

You are the one that got away,
Something that lingers on my mind all day.
Regret, sadness, and sorrow are what I feel,
Whenever I think that you are not real.

What could I have been?
There are things that can not be seen.
Dreams that no matter how hard I try,
I can not seem to take off and fly.

If things were a little different,
And I was not indifferent,
Will I be what I could have been?
Or will it still be a familiar scene?

You are the one that got away,
But do I really need to stay here all day?
Acceptance and happiness are what I aspire to feel,
Whenever I think that you are not real.

Another age-old tale
of love too frail
to save two lives torn
by love's self-destructive scorn.

If love were
a worn leather chest plate
doubt would be a
piercing sword
to seal a lover's fate.

Trust, a slippery step
on a steep climb
that if her feet would falter
she would never again be mine.

Has this calloused heart
become too cruel?
but what of
once deceived
and twice a fool.

So I have learned
that Love is not blind.
For the faint flame
of love in one's eye
slowly starts to die

Never again can i stare lovingly
For all I have is uncertainty
She starts to tear when I am near

For my stare forever holds
The weight of
"what if?"

the current song playing
compels me to think of you.

compels me to start writing
a poem that won't ever sum up
the feelings so deep within me
that makes me think of you.

I feel sound and foolish
for having thoughts of you
swim throughout my mind
as I should just call you,
though I won't.

I know you won't answer,
not because it's me, because
you just don't like answering
your phone.

and I know this about you
and I'm still compelled
to think of you even
after the song ended.