Today, I...

By sulatkamay

Diary, I wrote a poem for someone… I’m just not sure whether my feelings can be felt in this poem. Can you pretend to be that person, then tell me what you think… ehem.

Would it be alright if I’d love you?

Love, and the crazy romantic phrases

People talked so much about

Turned out to be my life.

I don’t know why

I didn’t know when it started.

But day by day - they turned out to be completed

When you smile at me.

I’d just want to embrace you

So badly that as if

One hug could make all

The awkwardness of attempting to, worthwhile

I want to hold your hand

I want it to tightly hold mine

I want your hand to feel how much

My heart decided to hold on to you

These stupid feelings seem to fill my days

Can’t even go by an hour

Without thinking of you

Is this really what they call love?

I am happy when I am with you

That no matter where we go

My world seem to follow

My world seemed to be you.

Lately I have been troubled by these emotions

Would it be alright if I’d love you?

That I’d want nothing more

Than your hand and smile

If this is what they call love

Then perhaps,

You can call me a man in love

However foolish I might sound now.

Is it okay if I say that I love you?

Is it okay if my heart could shout nothing else?

Diary, how was it? How can you talk? How can you tell me that it wasn’t good? Eh?

Still, no matter how I force myself into believing that I am not, nothing else could justify how I have been feeling. Well I guess I am, diary, don’t you think love is a funny thing? It makes people talk to their diaries, and feel good. It’s funny being in love. I can’t even think straight, and I don’t seem to mind.

Well, I’ll talk to you tomorrow diary, I hope by then, you’re not the only diary that knows my love.

All I had.

By sulatkamay

Why did you choose to leave

while I was holding your hand,

while I was crying

while my heart was in pain?

You did not even care

That as you were saying goodbye

i was crying

So much

That I couldn’t even see you clearly

That my tears were not allowing me

to see you

That as you were explaining

I was holding your hand so hard

So that I could I either show you

How much my heart continued to hold you even on that moment

Or show you how much pain

You are causing me to feel on that moment

-your selfish moment

You did not even know

That no matter how much I cried

How hard I held your hand

I felt so much pain

That I’d wish I held my heart instead of your hand

At least I’d stop hurting it when I begin to cry

But I had no choice

I was not the one that held my heart

And the person that held it continued to cause pain

Even though I already had no tear to cry

You said that you knew how much I love you

You did not,

Cause if you did

You’d know that you were hurting it.

Guess you never had your heart broken before

Cause if you did, you’d know better

to notice me when I was crying

Or you would have known when to stop holding on to my heart

When you left, all I did was thank my tears

For forbidding me to see you leave

Yet hate these tears

For I was not able to see

-until now

That all my hand did was catch my tears

But never really held your heart.