It's whatever.

Some poems don't leave your heart
No pen to paper
Not rolled or wrapped in twine
It stays unsaid
The unspoken truths of a hollow heart
Hidden deep in your mind

We dance around phrases
Ones that have become taboo
Still in lockstep
In harmony
In sync
Fighting away for something new
But those eyes don't shine like they used to
That voice has found its depth
And this feels surreal and unnatural
The moment I know there's nothing left

Although day and night can never meet
Somehow sunrise and sunset come in between
But I ache to see your stars
And I know my rays won't find you now
Another truth and alas a broken vow

There are some poems I can't quite express
But then there's these moments
These stupid moments where I write this mess
Word by word line by line but still unseen
Always there hidden in between

You read my poems the ones before
I wrote them just to write
But in each one I say these exact same things
And that haunts me every night

The fact I push when I want to pull and I pull to push you away and the fact we argued about a lot of things but I never got across what I wanted to say. The fact that each moment without you feels good for a bit but as soon as I'm alone I realize I didn't forget. And I'm scared to death of losing a friend but I guess I have lost that and this is just the end.

Still here waiting for something less wrong from Mr. Right or just a cure for another long sleepless night.