One day I met you.

The other day came and I loved you.

More days came and so did you.

Days became weeks and now I can't find you.

I say this with a heavy heart.

One that has been hurt.

One that knew love.

One that was enthusiastic.

One that has tasted hate.

I was ready to try again,

I thought loving a broken person like me

Would mean less bullshit cause of the double experiance.

But no,I stay up alone waiting for a cold person to love me back.

When You do, all I feel is  how boring I must be to bore such an

amazing person. 

From Love to hurt,

from hurt to hate.

Ask me why guys are all the same,

And I will tell you the story of how I became a poet.