I may not remember
Every line of my poems
But at one glance, I know
To whom it was written.
The person, the feeling
The places, the pain,
Engraved in each word
Could stir me the same.
Some are scribbled on papers
When I can't focus in class.
Some typed out in my memo,
By the sea or in a bus.
I lied when I told you
I date for poetry,
As if there are really guys
Who would want to date me.
But I do love the heartbreak,
The intensity of the pain.
No, I'm not a masochist,
I'm someone who loves the rain.
I know what truly happened
I know what became a lie
To create a little drama
For my feelings to intensify.
I want to say sorry
If some poems are too sad.
Well, that is my reality
But don't you feel bad.
Thank you for taking the time
In reading each and every line,
For resonating with the emotions
I've poured out, hidden behind.
YOU ARE READING
Mosaic Heart
Poetry"Unbroken but crystallized Into a million pieces - Behold! My heart." These are the pieces assembling my mosaic heart - some in the shape of sharp betrayal and jagged hopelessness; some in the shade of crimson lies and deep blue loneliness. They're...
