Talking is an art,
The more talking done,
The lesser the fear of talking
At all,
Whether alone, in front of close acquaintances,
Or toward individuals unknown
And nonexistent before.
Admittingly, talking can be overdone
Like chard stew,
And talking on top of people…
Well, it cannot be helped,
But no one will receive a Pulitzer for it.
Unless if a “good idea” sounds from one
And ices the agreement cake.
But beware of those ideas you wish to verbally patent
In front of a gathering,
For if you only wish,
You may end up falling into the abyss
Of a silence that traps not your mouth,
But your will to speak, evaporating your words and
Ideas that might have bravely forwarded discussion.
Vanity, thy name is Groupthink:
What talk might arise next
When no talk arose at all?

Closure
I deleted our chat
Cause I was mad
Then when I sobered up
I wanted it back
I wanted you back
I started a new
In the middle of the night
Only a few
Words by my side
Said I was sorry
You said you'll see
If you could forgive me
Then you told me about
You beating your meat
And sadly it was depressing
Now we're done again
And I can't delete
Cause I hold it dear
To reality
And I wanna weep
But I'm not a creep
Thanks so much
for everything you've done
This 2 am chat
Is where my clarity begun
Closure
Now I know ya
And it's over
Game over
Closure x

He still loves the girl
The girl who left him just because
Yet his heart was still with her
She wanted to let him wait.

A year younger whom i fell
It doesnt matter, it would fade.
Avoid him at all cost
The time is coming to an end.

I like you, i mean i feel you too.
**** what could i do
Should i just forget about you
Let go of all things I knew.

Oh wait, I know nothing.
Felt like the first time we met.
We talked in lines.
And that's that.

It just hurts so much.
To know all of it was friendly.
Now all is ending.
I saw the line you sent to other.

Hurts it wasn't me.
It won't be me.
It will never be me.
How I wish it could be.

All it takes is a rehab.
Control when he replies.
Stop when he seened.
Forget is what you need.

Another step, a chapter
You'll be again the another.
From strikes I felt
You were different.

Move on, let go
They'll be happy, be happy too.
Learn from the pain
You'd be needing it later.

Will we ever talk again?
The question circles in my head.
I ruined my only chance.
Will the romance be only in my head?

Will we ever talk again?
It’s something hard to answer.
Did I lose what we once had?
Now that’s something hard to answer.

Will we ever talk again?
Would he even really want to?
If we happened to bump into each other,
Is it something he’d even really want to?

Will we ever talk again?
Is the answer yes or no?
If yes, I’m broken. If no, I’m broken.
Does the answer have to be yes or no?

Will we ever talk again?
Maybe It’s a choice I must make.
I will walk up to him and say “Hello,”
For it’s a choice I must make.

At first, I wasn’t interested.
It wasn’t a love at first sight kind of deal.
The moment he started talking, however,
I felt something real.

Hard to believe, I know–
Especially in a world of desire and lust.
What is real and what is fake?
Will someday these feelings turn to dust?

He asked me for my number.
Despite my better judgment, I said yes.
I was too caught up in my feelings.
I couldn’t make my heart beat rest.

Full of butterflies my stomach was
As we said our last goodbye.
Butterflies don’t always tell the truth, though.
Unfortunately, sometimes they lie.

To listen to your heart or head–
That is the ultimate test!
For sometimes you’re right and sometimes you’re wrong,
it‘s hard to tell what’s best.

Do I take it one step at a time
Hoping his feelings haven’t changed?
I never texted him back that day.
What if he’s hurt from the words never exchanged?

Then there’s another problem
Oh, yes, the other boy.
The one who won’t move on,
Claiming I’m his only joy.

If I were to find someone else
Would I destroy his entire life?
If I choose to not hurt him and stay alone
Then would my own be full of strife?

Too many questions and too many answers
Makes me fear my heart is wrong
Listen to your head, I beg.
It’s hard, for my heart is strong.

Give it up, for it’s what’s best.
We both know It’s true.
My heart and my head now both agree.
It’s what I have to do.

I have made up my mind.
The boy has got to go.
Anyhow, we’ve only had one chat.
I need to tell him no.

There he goes now smiling at me.
I wish he would stop.
“Hi,” He says…
Well, here we go. I’m back up to the top.

Chatting with you
is a special delight,
you could turn dark rooms free
with your splendid bright.

Jane:**  My phone is going to die,
             if it happens, the world won't fall.
             We will simply meet under the stairs.
             Okay?

Alex:   What if my world falls?
Jane:  If your world depends
            on the level of my phone battery
            I should start taking a charger with me.

Alex:  Lol, this sounds amazing. Make a poem out of it.
                                                             ­                                      *So... I did.

I think I miss you a lot
More than I realize
Because things keep
Happening and I
Always

Find myself wishing
That I could tell you
All about them.

There is you
And there is me
You have someone
And I to have someone
Yet both of us talk
Hours in the nights
All secrets shared
Most tears spared
A pull from each side
Never confessed nor lied
You are single
And I to am single
Each day we look forward
To talk and chat
Familiar, but haven't met
It scars me to admit
The feelings that sit
Within my heart
Towards your heart
I know its wrong
But our own drag too long
To take further steps
In life, to the depths
And now this has happened
What am I suppose to do?

©sim