My first poem, put together for someone very close then , now edited and filled with some new lines.
While the person remains to be the same for me , I’ve lost that rank from their life. Must be mushy, lame, dumb for many but it has been my life from how i remember it to be...
I hate the way you get angry, I hate the way you fight
I hate you when you don't have time to talk to me at night
I hate it when you're not there
When you don't even have a minute to spare
I hate it when green turns gray
Makes me feel you're really away
I hate it when I make you upset
The time when I really regret
But..
I love the way you make up for fights
When you actually try to stay up late nights
Love it when you ask for advice
Although it has just happened once or twice
Love the way you care and melt my heart by your actions
A time when you don't get hurt by any of my reactions
Love the way you listen to my non sense and not say a word against it
Love it when you criticize when you actually praise
Love it sometimes when you order
I love loads and I hate loads
It's just that I can't put it to words
I hate you when you don't have time to talk to me at night
I hate it when you're not there
When you don't even have a minute to spare
I hate it when green turns gray
Makes me feel you're really away
I hate it when I make you upset
The time when I really regret
But..
I love the way you make up for fights
When you actually try to stay up late nights
Love it when you ask for advice
Although it has just happened once or twice
Love the way you care and melt my heart by your actions
A time when you don't get hurt by any of my reactions
Love the way you listen to my non sense and not say a word against it
Love it when you criticize when you actually praise
Love it sometimes when you order
I love loads and I hate loads
It's just that I can't put it to words
I am clingy, I am annoying, I am moody and certainly a bland brain
I am a fool, I am a stupid, I am the worst one
But I am still the same, still stuck in this odiously intense love hate game
I do not know how to kill that in me while u have totally broken free
I care, I cry and I die for the void that seems permanent
I smile, I laugh and I beam when I think about the past times
When people move on and get new people around
I try and stay away from whoever tries to enter my emotional ground
I fear new and cherish the old
Present is horrible while the past was gold
I still believe it was not meant to be evanescent and I still have faith
Something which is broken each day by the wait
I wonder
How difficult is it to move on….
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