I think I bequeathed
More than half of what was in me to you
I willingly conceded the biggest part of my heart and my soul to you
The thought of you leaving
Made me lose my mind
Such huge portions of myself I surrendered to you
Your presence filled
Every empty corner inside me
Now that you're gone
Taking those immense parts of me with you
I've no idea who I am anymore
A half dead human maybe
I hear I'm still alive
But I find it difficult to breathe
And my heart barely beats
I fail to recognize the person who stares at me with glazed eyes
When I look in the mirror
I had absolutely no clue
That loving someone
Would bring so much pain
I guess the fault is mine
I loved you too much
Way more than you could handle
In this life

I fall for pretty, dumb boys
With slow smiles that can light up the sky
They don’t know anything about pain
So they try to help everyone they can
They’re too naive to understand that they cant
Or shouldn’t
As much as you can’t stop the sun settling down over the horizon
Passing it’s daily guard to the watchful moon
She protects the nights hush with blanketing the air
The stillness helps us sleep
Except that one person who fights to stays awake
Not trusting of the moon to defend the silence
Or the sun to rise and start a new day
Each new day brings new pain
And I’m not yet finished with yesterday’s
No matter what pretty, innocent boy tries to help

She reminds me of a cool summers breeze,
Or that feeling you get when you watch the sun set or rise.
She is the feeling of beauty and simplicity.
She is the feeling of awe and amazement that you get when you look into her eyes.
She is the air that I breath.
She is the feeling of joy when you dance around in the rain.
She is the fire that keeps you warm on a cold winter's day.
She is the very essence of my happiness,
And I love her with every piece of my heart, mind and soul.

Why am I not like her?

She has the most beautiful skin,

Remarkable appearance with red plump lips,

Everyone can’t help but wonder as she passes by

How can someone be so pretty?

One Day I came across the thought

Why am I not pretty like her??

I go back and stare at the mirror like never before…

Her body shape like an hourglass made my faint curves shy

Her spotless skin mocked mine with acnes and freckles

Her brown eyes with long lashes while I had bags below my eyes

Her plump lips versus mine that looks dreadful

Why can’t I be like her?

“Maybe because I’m nothing infront of her”

I again take my attention back to myself in the mirror

Just picturing her remarkable feature in my head makes me look ugly

makes me look like a trash, garbage and useless…

Why am I not like her?

I question myself with tears that can’t help but fall down my eyes