The poems I ran out of time to send.

Just leave me already...

I feel hopeless,

Useless.

I can't feel,

I can't deal,

I can't be real,

I can't do this.

I can't explain,

It's like my brain is numb.

In the back of my mind,

All I can find, 

Is the emptiness.

No hugs,

No love,

No smiles,

No more making it worth your while,

I'm sick of trying,

feeling like I'm flying,

to feeling like I'm dying.

It's like an endless falling pit,

one second you love me,

the next you hate me,

Then you laugh,

We talk,

We walk,

and then we go back to mutuals.

If only it was meant to be,

Like the sun and moon,

House and room,

Dustpan and broom, 

The rain and wind,

Light and dark,

The bench and park, 

The dullness and spark,

Like the unsaid and remark.

But the only unsaid thing, 

Is how I wish I confessed,

All the rest,

of the words I needed to express sooner.

To tell you... 

How your beauty was as precious as the sunset,

Your kindness was as strong as the waves crashing against the sand,

Your loyalty was as powerful as a god,

Your eyes glowed as miraculously as the moon,

And my only regret is not telling you sooner...

Because I realise now,

I've lost you for good.

So, please just leave,

Don't make me believe,

We ever had a chance...