Letting Go

I'm letting go of asking.

This is me giving up trying to control you. You shall do what you wish. I do not own you.

I will not ask you to text me. You shall do it when you want. I will not ask you to think of me, but if you do I'm hoping that you smile. I won't ask you to call me. You shall call me when you do.

I will let you have your life. Even if that means I'm not in it. I know you should be happy, with or without me.

I'm letting go of the future. I cannot dictate it anyway. I will not ask you to include me in yours, I may end up not in it anyway.

Or you may not want me in it.

I have let go.

Sleepless

Very tired and not sleepy. I miss.

Your Face

I enjoy looking
at your face,
with your wide
round eyes and how,
sometimes without intent,
you squint with them.
I smile each time
you smile,
Cause your smile
is so sweet,
and innocent,
sometimes without intent,
you make me
fall again.
I adore your nose,
with its perfect shape
just like a mountain's,
one that I would like
to climb, it's peak
blessed with the glorious view of the rest.
You lips are heaven,
with their perfect shape
and softest touch,
I'd gladly stop living.

Dreamland

I drink to myself,
tonight.
While the owl's knowledge
kills me, like a knife
slowly inching my throat
Until breath fails
me, again.
I drink to bad memories
of you, and I
Quench the thirst
of my heart, for you
And your cruel game,
you did not make me play.

Confession

I do not know how to give
a little, I only know all.
Sometimes I forget that
you want just a little,
not none, which worries me.
Is it that you don't want all
for the two of us? Or maybe
you want us be just that--
a little. Is it a sin
to give all in one go?
Or is it the other way
around?

Missing M

Lucky they are, who
see you smile everyday,
talk to you, see you.
I envy those who eat meals
with you, everyday,
they just don't know
what they have. With you
all the things seem
a little better, with you,
the world is lovelier.
I'm jealous of the people
who you pass by in the street,
daily, everyday they see how
well you have been made.
I envy those who laugh,
with you,
they will never know
more happiness.

A Guy in the Dark Room

In a dark room, a guy
lying in his bed
while the world moves
past him. He tries
to smile and think
but no good memories come.

He is engulfed, in
silent outrage by emotions
he must, want to keep.

Sadness lingers in the room
like darkness lingers
in the night, as everyone sleeps,
He is awake hoping the phone would ring.

Ode to Infidelity

You smear an honest lover
in the face, with salty water,
cold and unwanted.
Where the memories use to shine
Like the sun, you strike
With dark stealth
even the moon cannot illuminate.
You entangle Unguarded hearts
with misery, and leave
Until you're ready to strike again.

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M and R

R is in love with M. That is for sure.M has always been interesting for R. He has a way of not caring while loving, the very quality that captured the heart of R and same quality that drives R crazy most of the time. R is in love.R was happy when M asked him to go out one night and catch a movie. The two went out and enjoyed the movie. Somewhere between the laughable film and the almost empty theater sat R thinking of how nice it was to feel the warmth of M's hand. As M got acquainted with the movie, R was capturing the rare moment in his head, hoping to relive it long after the movie. The simplicity of the moment was intoxicating for R. He was very happy.The film was through and they both went out of the theater. On their way out of the mall, R noticed M trying to get a glimpse of a guy. M wanted for R to see the guy. M had a crush on the guy. R got jealous and mad at M for not thinking of R first. R did not understand M. M did not understand R.M was hurt and wanted to just go home. He walked fast, not talking to R, and R tried keeping up with his pace. Every silent step they took broke R's heart a little.M jumped on a bus home leaving R behind. His heart was weeping. R took the longest walk of his life to his ride. His heart racing and broken.While R was walking alone, his face exposed a sadness like no other. He took slow and dragging steps. He kept on looking back hoping M would be there following him. M was not there. His head was held low.