I Really Liked You

And so the fairy-tale romance
that we had has
come to an
End.

Fleeting, short-lived
Filled with:
Doubts
Worries
Mistakes.

You once said that
your love for me was
Infinite.
Tell me,
Does it still hold
True?

We may be apart,
and the love has
Forsaken us,
but to me,
that will always be

True.

"Love"

{Boys are dumb.}

You fall in love faster
than you can blink.
Just the other day,
you were
in love
with
Me.
Yet now, it seems
that you're
in love
with Her.

Your love is
by far,
the cruelest
I've ever
Faced.

So Long

You're a kindhearted fool,
but... that's why I had
Fallen in love with you.

For your simpleness
attracted me, and
your mystery astounded me.

Many times, I wanted to
believe that I
was someone special.
Perhaps I'm putting on airs,
but you had treated me
Differently.
When I cried,
you were the first to
Offer a helping hand.
When I was angry,
you lent a listening ear.
When I had lost all hope,
You helped me regain it.
And in doing so,
you unknowingly sparked
a roaring fire
In my heart,
one that would
be doused by reality
in years to come.

There's so much I
want to do
For you.
The only thing I can do is
Show you that
I'm fine
Without you by my side.

Go out and live your own life,
One that doesn't
need you to
Protect silly old me.

Thank you,
I'm okay now.

When we were Children

We were children
Living in a world of what we
Envisioned 'adult society'
to be.
Behaving in an
utmost manner,
Speaking ever so formally,
and spending time on
matters that made no sense to us,
We forgot to be
Kids.

Yes, we carried the
dignity of an adult,
Yet had the body
of a child.
For what reason?
To grow up faster?
Can we honestly say
that after being pushed
into such a cruel world,
We found a reason to stay?
However, could we had said
that we wanted to leave?
When we were children,
it just never seemed possible
with the weight of the
Earth on our shoulders.

And now as we
rekindle our friendship,
It seems as if
Everything has changed.
We now match
the suit we bare,
and the weight of
The hearth is no longer
crashing down on us.
We've matured tenfold.

Yes, we were surely
Fools to think that
we lived in a world of
Black and white.
Now, we'll laugh at
how mindless our worries were,
and how we'll miss those
Bygone days.

We spent hours just
Reminiscing of those days
When we were only children.

Confessions of a Soldier

{I'M SORRY IF THIS ISN'T HOW A SOLDIER FEELS TO BE QUITE HONEST I DON'T KNOW /HOW/ THEY WOULD FEEL, PART OF WHAT HE FEELS IS WHAT I WOULD FEEL--- OTL. Anyways, this was stemmed from a close family friend going off to war again. Have you guys ever done that thing where you would write a letter to the person you hate/the thing that is bothering you, and then you destroy that very letter? ; w;. I did that once when I was younger. I have to say, it worked for me~}

Frank looked out the window of his apartment and he watched the sun creep its way into the sky. He stared on listlessly until the sun was right in front of him. Sighing, he stares back down at his table where a piece of lined paper lay. Resting his arm on the table, he picks up a pencil on the desk and begins to write.

I leave in a coupla hours. All of my stuff is packed, and I'm pretty much ready to go. I'm wasted from last night - maybe those vodkas weren't a good idea.Oh well, screw it, right? That was my last day. So what if I'm hung over! A couple of beers with my closest friends ain't gonna hurt anyone. 
Man, the place is gonna be sick. Women, beers, shooting - good combo? I've lived through my first deployment, I'm probably gonna live through this one, too. I've chosen the place I wanna go to in my free time - Thailand. It would be the perfect place to visit if I live.

Frank stopped writing and stared at the last sentence he had written. He chuckles, clearly forcing himself, and suddenly, his laughter stops. The smug grin he kept on his face drops, and suddenly, an expression of pure fear hit him. Shaking, he continues to write.

I've been told that these worries I have about being deployed back into war would go away if I were to write a letter to myself. A letter that no one else will see. A letter that I can write down all of my feelings about the war in. And here it is - that very letter. All I have left to say is this:

I don't want to die.

Signing his letter, Frank sealed it in an envelope addressed to himself with the date written in the top right corner. Grabbing a lighter off his nightstand, he takes that and the envelope to the balcony outside and engulfs the envelope in flames.

Dreaming

And it feels as if
the more I'm awake
the more
Life
feels like
a Dream.
For this life I dream of
Is in fact "better"
than my reality.
Waking up is
Hard, especially
when everything
Is perfect.

Rain Drops

The sky cried for you.
She shed her tears and offered her
condolences.
She sent a fall of cold droplets onto me
As if to trap me in her embrace.
And I thought, only for a second, I saw you.
Yes, in the center of the downpour,
You stood, resilient to the rain.
And along with the rain,
You disappeared once more.

The sky stopped crying,
And in place of her tears,
She left a vivid rainbow
With a smile
As bright as yours.