03 | poem
-STRICTLY NO PLAGIARISING-
For him,
an original
Like you said you were leaving,
Like you said you'll stay.
How ironic is it,
To be hated and loved by me.
I hated you for the way,
you treated me,
The way you treated,
My scarred heart.
I love you,
Because of the way,
you are too beautiful.
A too good to be true creation,
I love you,
Because you were beautiful,
The way the sunlight shine on you,
I love you,
Because you smelt the summer,
And freedom I never felt.
I love you because you were like,
my favorite ice cream after all,
of those tiring days.
But here you are,
Leaving me,
Leaving me hanging with the thought--
That we still could be together.
Because that's what you made me feel.
And here you are, leaving me,
Leaving everything behind,
with the bittersweet memories of us.
You are leaving me in the sentimental athmosphere of the autumn trees.
My visions are right,
The oracle me faced it.
I'm just nothing in particular,
in your life.
You are a bad habit,
who spoke all the magnitudes of good things in life,
You are a bad habit-
That I can never erase from me.
You are a bad habit,
that carved itself and can never be erased.
How awful am I?
Still thinking about you,
About us,
Oh, I forgot,
There was never an us.
I need you to get out of my head.
I tried to-
Ditch you out,
When you called my name.
But it just added another scar on my heart.
I hate you and I love you,
For you are beautiful,
A too good to be true creation.
I hate you and I love you,
For my one sided or maybe
unrequited love is too ironic.
I hate you, and I do love you so,
Because for you are beautiful,
on the way you carried yourself--
For you are another James Dean, and Johnny Cash in line.
Because you are too precious,
Because I hate you and the same time,
I do love you so.