Crushed

"Don't forget me,"
Were the words you said to me.
But did you even remembered me?

I was just a stepping stone to you,
But I did not see that back then.

Even now,
I couldn't imagine you having the thought;
"Isn't someone missing?"
Or even cross your mind.

I wish you'd still simply say hi to me
And not just hiding yourself before me.

But did you even remembered me?

I know, I know.

To you I'm just a worthless person,

In your memory
I'm a piece of shit.

But I'm still glad we met,
And I'm glad that you had been my partner for nearly 2 years.
For you made me happy,
Though crushed me in a mischievous intention.

Last Time

Holding on to your memory for so long,
Regretting everything I had done wrong,
But today is going to be different for me,
I'm going to finally set the memory free.
I just want to give them one last look,
After this, I will at last close this book.

I can remember holding you so tight,
You being with me just felt so right,
Feeling your gentle touch and kiss,
Every bit of it I cannot help but miss.

I hadn't been the same since that day,
Every morning and night, nothing to say,
Loved ones giving me support and care,
Even so, it was still too much to bear.

Even looking back at it all now can bring pain,
But I'm finally feeling sun instead of the rain,
I've been a real mess and hurt a lot of friends,
I hope that you all can forgive me in the end,
I've become happy again, I've beaten my sad foe.
It's time, I can say it at last: 'I'm letting you go.'

Letting Go

It can be hard,
Or it can be easy.
Depending on what it is you have to leave behind.

Letting go,
Moving on.
Sometimes this can be
The only way of life.
The only way of continuing,
To be you.

Losing a part of yourself,
Or forever guarding a hole.
It can never be replaced,
Forgotten or lost.

You cherish memories,
Because they are the only thing you have left.
You hold on to fragile shards of thought -
Because the real thing is no more.

You will never feel complete.
Your main goal in life is not to become rich,
Become famous,
Own a flash car and a big house.

Your life goal becomes the one to complete yourself.
To make yourself whole.

Because there's no harder thing than letting go.

Broken

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you.

You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness. So simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.

It hurts.

Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

I hate love.