I like me better without you.

And that's a lie;

A white lie to feed my ego.

To feel real.

I would like to know it just once.

To know the love, the real pure love from a man who isn't trying to get something from me.

The kind of unselfish love.

The kind of love where I come first, as I worship him, so he worships me.

The kind of love that I can get lost in his arms and he loves it as much as I do.

Why is there none for me?

I give, I send out to the universe, I abide and yet I am held back and things are still the same.

I serve and yet I am undeserving.

I yield and yet love is unyielding

I give and yet love is ungrateful.

I am lost.

Do you ever see yourself the way that I saw you?

Have you ever loved yourself the way that I loved you?

You could be set free, if you did either.

Like crazy, I do..

I miss you.

Waiting for your text day and night 

This damned me never learn

Never learn from all the subtle rejection from you.

Seriously, what are we? 

Just friends? You don't say

Right now, I really don't care

If me being honest and coming clean about my feelings towards you going to push you away, 

It doesn't matter anymore.

I need this closure at least, for this bogged down emotions to leave me. 

I want to walk away free from this shackles of confused feelings; away from you.

Let me just see you one more time.

I promise it'll be the last.

So many things happened

And yet not

So many thoughts we could have shared

And yet didn't

What was it we said,

That we'd fall in love

So deep in love that we would make each other sick

And yet we didn't,

We almost did

This is how my journey began

The tides danced from the mighty ocean to the salty sea. Scotched by the wicked sun. The clouds saved me from the brutal war. I will not lie, it was definitely heaven.

Days to days, our numbers multiplied. My time to leave, was getting near. Well fed and ready, the lighting was the ride we boarded.

Some of my friends, landed on the trees. Many I met again, while we sang through the soil.

Out of chores to do, we went to bed, and tried to sleep. As we yearned and stretched our bonds and pairs, a hollow pipe hunkered in fear.

So many of my brothers ran, trying to fix and repair. Soon I was called upon, the need for our technicality was far and high.

Out of the pipe and into a tank. The ride was bumpy, the noise, immense.

Geared with rifles and semi automatics, to the battle line, poised and brave.

We met our fate, not long in the heat. Few of my brothers, used parachute, escaped the battle and went to heaven.

I fought, to my last breath. Instead of death, I was suspended as a hero. In big round jars, we were arraigned and glorified. So precious and wanted, many strangers came and took us away.

Even while we were resting, he saved us in an engine. New duties to carry on, we grew old in that metal casing. Later, we were set free, to live with our offsprings. Glued in suspension, our brothers ran from us. Strangers, we are in our own house.

What sort of life, have I lived?