At all?

Would you even see me
if I was kneeling in front of you,
blocking your way
with my tear-filled and pleading eyes?

Would you hear me
if I was sobbing and begging
for you to take me back in your arms
and call me yours again?

Would you feel my pain
if I told you how much it hurt
to see you run off
with that thing called a girl?

Would you care, even a little,
if you watched me break down
and did nothing to help,
even in my most needy times?

Would you notice
when I never showed up again,
when you didn't see me anywhere,
because of everything you didn't do?

That's a different story.

Don't ask me about the grudges I hold,
because really, I have none.
Ask me, instead, for my reasons for being upset,
because those I could run off for you.

I gold nothing against anyone
who was not involved,
or who happened to stumble in on a certain
battle of integrity and pride.

I smile
at whoever has done so first,
that anyone who wants can see.

Now as for how I really feel,
well...

A silent plea for no help

Dearest wind, don't even try
to keep me upright.
I ask you to blow at my back.
Make life easier for me,
instead of asking me to work harder.
Merciless ocean below,
your ice cold grip
appears warm and welcoming
from my peak-view.
Please save your applause
until the end of the show.
To the night birds flying overhead,
a dinner for you.
Don't fight the happy families of three
for their potato chips
and sandwich crusts.
And, oh!
The fullest of full moons,
come to watch
and stare helplessly,
how is your seat?
I see you sent your friend
to caress my face and ask,
one last time,
to reconsider my choice.
Deep breath, floating down...

But what's this?
A grasp at my t-shirt
and panting, sputtering from behind
"What are you doing?!"
I should be asking you the same question
I know that voice.
I remember,
yes I remember quite clearly.
It's the reason I'm here in the first place.

Here and forward: From the other side

Sure, I see her cry,

I’m not blind,

But I don’t care anymore.

How can I care when I have someone new?

I left her for dead,

She’s no longer my problem.

It’s her fault, anyway.

She wouldn’t leave me alone.

I have others to think of now.

Supposedly they get me.

They helped me figure out who I am.

She never helped me.

This is me now.

This is who I’m supposed to be.

Where is everyone going?

And here I am, alone again,

My best friend nowhere in sight.

Maybe I should have listened.

Please forgive me.

No more empty promises.

I promise.