This is a vivid collection of poetry covering a range of emotional trials in the span of one year. These were written in the poet's third year of college. More
I'm sorry I didn't notice those final tears that were about to fall from your eyes.
I'm such a weak-willed person, even worse at being a girl.
How long was I lured into a false sense of sleep by the recurring dream that might as well have become a bloody nightmare before my very eyes?
I missed who was right in front of me.
I refused to see those trembling hands
which held the most sacrificial heart
The person from who I gained a sense of what it means to be "strong,"
I had yet to see you truly break away from everything, didn't I?
Pretending that you're okay
Those masks you threw idly on your face
began to cover your entire body
Without losing your humanity, the pieces and meaning of your most cherished dream
were slowly rebuilding themselves inside of our hungry souls
I have been blind
By pushing away your true kindness
which was also your greatest strength
I just had a pile of excuses waiting to be ripped away by a sharpened wind
I never cared for tears
I knew that I'd just go on denying the existence of sorrow
But when I look into your tired eyes, swollen from crying...