Don't Cry

I hate to see you cry.

It'd be better that I am the one who's crying instead of you.

I can't stand watching you cry.

I will catch every tear drop from your beautiful, bold eyes.

I will.

Lately

Lately I've been thinking. Over and over. Over and over again. Until I post this.

My life has never been this complicated before. And I'm not going to blame anyone for this. But looks like I'm going to blame myself for all the things happen to me.

I'm just fuckin tired of being rejected. Being everyone's second best. Being their alternatives.

Don't

When will I see you again?

When will I see you again?
You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said,
No final kiss to seal any seams,
I had no idea of the state we were in,

I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,
And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,

But don't you remember?
Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before,
Baby, please remember me once more,

When was the last time you thought of me?
Or have you completely erased me from your memory?
I often think about where I went wrong,
The more I do, the less I know,

Gave you the space so you could breathe,
I kept my distance so you would be free,
And hope that you find the missing piece,
To bring you back to me,

When will I see you again? 

It has to be you

You just have to be here. With me.

No, I just need to see you. Not the photograph, not the video conference, not only the voice.

I want to see you.

I want to hear your voice.

I want to touch you.

I want to hold your hand.

I want you to hug me tight.

I want you to stroke my cheek.

I want to feel your head leaned on my shoulder.

And do nothing.