Unconscious

I want to express my true form,
but it’s all a violent storm.
I want to speak up,
but I’ll just blow up.

I want to let go of myself,
but it’ll just be a blight on the shelf.
I want to cry and surrender,
but everyone knows me as a mender.

Is it only me that doesn’t have an expression?
Or disguising myself is my obsession?
Do I point finger on who to blame?
Or should I cover myself in shame?

I stay away from everyone because I know my capability,
but what’s great about me is my flexibility.
I know I act detach at certain occasions,
but this is my only way of evasion.

The point is I’m always fine,
because I’m always on cloud nine.
You will always see me smile,
because I make sure my presence is worthwhile.

It’s moments like this, where I deal with emotions,
that my head starts to create commotions.
As time flies the frustration disappear,
and I find myself writing this poem right here.

“Tough times never last, but tough people do.” ~ Robert Schullner

Reminiscing

I’m here thinking about us,
and the things I wasn’t able to discuss
Everyday I wonder if letting you go was right,
and if I will ever be as bright.

But, I do wanna get a few things off my chest.
I still miss you more than you’ll ever guess.
My feelings for you are as present as before,
Although I know I was always a bore.

The things you told me before didn’t seem to be anything,
and now whenever I remember I feel my heart sting.
When you said the opposite attracts each other.
I now realize just how different we were from another.

Not once did I ever doubted anything you said.
And I trusted you wholeheartedly which made me dread.
Everything I hid from people came out as a surprise,
Which I believe you think were all lies.

I’m gonna cut the crap and be straight.
You were and always be great,
You have a place in my heart which is replaceable.
The relationship we had will never be erasable.

My feelings for you were and will always be solid.
I believe you had feelings even if you were a little stolid.
I wrote this because I missed you which I always do.
And missing you always leaving me feeling blue.

Now if you’re ever to read this.
Let’s just reminisce.
I just wanted to say this and let you be,
don’t message me.
(I will only cry so much)