Dump Poem #2

The more I see him, the more I think of him, the more I hear him, the more I fall.

It’s like being inflicted with an incurable malady – a malady of love.

It feels like I am slowly being sucked by an invisible quicksand.

Like I will not be able to recover. Ever, from loving him from afar.

I want to do something about this feeling. I want to run away from him to forget him. But time is testing my feelings and the more I feel, the harder I fall.

And, there’s one thing I know – Things that fall get broken.

Dump Poem

I’ve been looking from afar for about three years now.

Buying pens, writing poems, brooding sadness,

And years of juggling and balancing these seemingly illicit feelings.

I’ve been hoping and crying, in stealth mode – hiding.

I hope I can be honest with myself.

I hope I can freely say what I want.

But if I think of it long enough, It’s better this way.

It’s better that I didn’t even shed a word of directly expressing how I feel.

I’m happy I kept my mouth shut.

You like her. So, I’m happy I didn’t freely give myself away.