• If I were to take your hand
    Would you let go?
    Or would you look me in the eye
    And witness the sorrow
    That forced me to touch you
    I miss the feeling of your smile
    Your gentle eyes looking deep into mine
    Knowing that we would be happy
    thinking that we would be happy
    And eventually,
    Doubting that we would be happy
    forever.

    Even at the end,
    I realized that only someone
    Who truly loved and understood me
    Could let me go so easily
    And only someone
    Who I genuinely loved and very well may still love
    could make me feel like I was trading my life away

    All this time I’ve dodged your glance fearing a
    look laced with hatred. But when I fail to
    evade your gaze I find something
    xenial in the way that it is generous in giving color to my cheeks

    If you ever read this,
    Know that I still love you
    and when we catch each others eye
    then look away
    I want to scream your name
    and then whisper my apology.
    Its been waiting to dance off my tongue
    ever since that day
    the day I crushed you
    And any chances of being happy

    You’re probably so over me
    I’m a grain of sand
    scorching your passing feet
    that run to find other fish in the sea
    but still I’m whispering your name
    hoping you’ll hear.
    Hoping you’ll notice.
    Hoping you’ll lift me from this depression
    But a hope is as useless as this poem