its been some time since i wrote poems
well,
since now exams are over
and i have nth better to do in class
so i figured,
why not?
Kissanthrope
Words don't mean anything anymore,
they won't bring you back.
Poems can't touch your heart any longer,
they just abandon you in grief.
The songs we used to share;
Do you still sing any of them?
Does your hair still smell like
dry blossoms after a silent rain?
Does your smile still match your eyes?
Did you even cry for me?
I have so many questions
that you may never answer.
Ghosts don't exist,
yet I feel their anguish;
thumping inside my head
like a revolving affliction.
When I was with you,
you made me believe in so many things.
Now that you're gone
I have lost my principles, my thinking,
the way I live my life.
And most of all
... I have lost my faith in you.
The only thing I ever truly believed in is gone.
What do you want from me?
I'm trying to understand,
Your mind and how you see.
I'm just trying to figure out,
What you want from me.
I live the life you gave me,
And try hard to not complain,
About how I lose everything,
And having nothing to gain.
I stand as tall as I can.
I hold my head up high.
Trying to ignore my thoughts.
My inner desperate cry.
I push myself to my limit,
Even though I won't prevail.
Yet you continue to test me,
Even though I always fail.
I'm not strong enough for pain.
I'm too weak for depression.
I'm tired of trying to win,
With my useless acts of aggression.
I just want you to tell me,
Why I have to be here.
When all I get told is,
"God always hates the queer."
Why did you make me like this?
With a desire I cannot change.
This feeling that I try to hide,
So I don't feel so strange.
Could you have made me "normal?"
Or just give me more strength to lie?
Just so I don't have to deal,
So I don't want to die.
You made me this way.
You gave me a "sinful" soul.
Even though I try to change,
I never meet my goal.
So what was your reason,
For making me what you see?
God, just one question,
What do you want from me?
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