Another ode about you.

I may have dreamed about you, 

but it is never mine to keep. 

You may have noticed - my heart is on you, 

but you will never be sure how deep.

Mr. Mime.

My pillows must have been you this whole time-

it must have been your chest,

your chest, my head climbs.
And all is nothing but mimes

and five lines of stupid rhymes. 

The way we ended things.

He asked, 

I answered. 

It has passed,

We shuddered.

Being with.

Being hers- 

she makes you suffer, 

but you stay. 

Being mine-

I have lots to offer, 

but you stray.

The time I learn myself through you.

You are the one person, 

I put most

into my writings.

And in each of them I learn, 

I'm writing

on my own undoings.

Awkward us.

We are awkward.

by the two of us,

and by many. 

We are awkward. 

around the two of us, 

and around many. 

We are awkward, 

As awkward as we are.

Of nights and myself. And you.

My nights are as usual now-

without hassles,

to commit through.

But,

my heart is as broken, how-

without shackles

splitting me from you.

March 31st, 2014, 2358 hrs.

His other half is lucky.

He smiles.
Even if he is away by miles.
Even if waiting is almost endless like Nile,

But,
he still smiles
because he can't always lie,
for the wait truly is worthwhile.

Myself and my commitments.

I may have been blatantly blunt,
walking without knowing what's in front,
wandering without anything to hunt,
surprising without anyone to shun,
and loving without having a loved one.

But,
I am still not done.
For I know,
chasing isn't always about the run.

The Adjectives of Hoping.

hoping for a lost love.
it is;

feudal,
crucial,
frugal,
brutal,
and
fatal.

The Post-hoping query.

How can I love you, when you:

Haven't smiled at me, 

haven't looked me in the eyes, 

even singling me out in the lonely. 

And now, I'm hoping?

My heart and yours.

My heart- 

is for you, 

is about you, 

is around you,

My heart aches for you 

and it sings about you. 

But yours,

is away from mine.