What Did I Do?

She is somewhere, missing me

I am here wondering what 

things I did to her 

If anything, I lived unapologetically, 

and loved her 

in a carefree manner, 

Never at once concerned if she'd leave 

Little Money Debate

 I find myself debating with myself, 

I have very little money, 

And I am trying to find reasons to spend it, 

She's asked for some, 

Although I wanted her to so I can gleefully tell her I don't have it, 

I find no thrill in telling her so, 

The fact I'll say it from a point of lack 

Robs me that thrill 

were I in the proximity of a liquor den, 

I'd have had a cheap one 

And forgot my existence 

for a while 

The Making of a Poet

 I can't begin to imagine how 

it all began 

English language was as complex 

as nuclear science 

My buttocks suffered to my brain 

to even begin comprehending 

simple English sentence structure 

I hated every moment of those lessons 

The difference between there and their 

sticks to my to date 

Different Feeling

 I have not the same feeling 

I felt eons ago,

You sound the same,

bubbly in a way that ticked 

the soft spots reserved for you, 

I do remember, wearily, 

about those little things that irked me

those things I ignored just to be with you,

the things that made you say 

I understood you 

I did because there was none beside you 

I should not have 

And, perhaps, that's why you are alone 

Hellish Experience

It's a normal day, 

Sun rise signal anodyne chores, 

a punishment for daring to live, 

we toil in the sun drenched earth, 

only to prove why we deserve to live 

Except we are looking for things we 

know not, 

and that makes existence a hellish experience 

Life

 One morning you'll wake up 

as though you've discovered the 

secret of life,

What is it, you may ask 

Some say it's simple, 

But is it? 

Yes, it sure is.

As simple as breathing 

The Skeptic

 At first it felt 

as though you would make away 

with something a little precious, 

but then I did confuse it with material things, 

but overtime you stole much more 

much more precious, 

time, 

a dream, 

I felt bereft when you left 

I still think there was a better way 

to love