Just a poem

Can you see that I am bleeding?
Can you see me pleading?
I am searching for a sign, any answer of any kind.
There isn't any,
It's just my wishful thinking.

I think it is time to move on
And not fret and frown;
About the has and has-beens,
What and what-nots.

I think some would call me totally silly.
As this is a one-sided love only.
But somehow I know that you know.
It's just a matter of: "Let's just try this",
"Or we don't".

Now it's time to set myself free
And not let love and its matters bind me.
It's funny how I am the self-suffering kind,
I need to break this pattern and let me know I am fine.
The earth doth turn and people still breathe.
So if you do not love me,
Let me go, please.

Torture me not with your mind playing games,
With your innocent flirts
And harmless sweet-nothings.
As you protect yourself from possible hurt and pain,
So must I, in my own way.

Think not, will I of you when I am free.
Look not, at my phone when it gives out a 'beep'.
My dreams will not be filled with thee,
My plans will only be for me.
For I must continue to love myself,
My fragile soul and my health.

Adieu to you and all the rest.
Until someone is willing to attest,
And let me know what they feel in their chest.
Whether Cupid has taken his shot,
Or whether he, did not.

Alo bonjour to the new me,
Be strong I say, courage is what I should see.
With any little tiny bits of sadness and heartbreak packed.
I should just leave this poem simply at that.

I think I am going through this phase where I need to convince myself that I am OK. I am fine, really. Especially after I write such poems to express my feelings. I just wished that I had enough courage to go ask this person regarding the way our relationship is going. But due to a previous bad experience (very bad), I have decided never to be the one to make the first move. Ever. I think I am going to move on from here but yet, I am not sure. That's just me though. That's why if I write it down, I am more likely to do so.

Happiness. Unhappiness.

Happiness. Unhappiness.
Different ends of a pendulum.
Sometimes I swing from here to there
Simply in a matter of seconds.

A thin line.
A grey area.
Sometimes,
It's hard to define.
Will the pendulum stop swinging,
So that I can have peace of mind?

Can one ever be void of feelings
So that one can feel no pain?
But that comes at a great big price
Of being,
Void of smiles and cheeky grins.

A priest once said that
Love will hurt.
That was Jesus dying for us.
Must my fruitless love be so,
That it emulates Him saving the world?
No I really do exaggerate
For our Creator is the most Great.

Yet, why is it that I bear this pain
Of barren love
Of happiness strained?
Take this feeling away from me
Until then, I will not be completely free.

I am writing this because I like to write in this style, at this point of time. This amateurish attempt at a poem may seem very dark but to me, it is therapeutic. Can you imagine the gas from a cola can wanting to escape and yet can't? If I didn't write this, I would be like the gas in the bottle. If I did not write this, I might just explode.Please understand.

Words

Oh, be careful what you say.
Lest your words blow you away.
Oh, be careful who you tell.
Lest the person may bring you to hell.

Once the words are said and done,
There is no way out of this life sentence.
What is left is but regrets
You alone to suffer the consequence.

A silly poem by a silly person who spits words out faster than the brain can process and then end up in shit. Me lah!