a series of cryptic poems…

I want you,
but so do many others.
You expect me to compete,
to participate in the quarrel for you.
You have misunderstood.
I may want you,
but I sure as hell don’t need you.

A silent cry for help
Like a pindrop to those who hear
Like a speck of dust to those who look

Like a lion’s roar to those who listen
Like an explosion to those who see
A silent cry no longer

You are not the only one for me
There will be others, others now and others in the future, you see?
I love them all as I love you
But do not misinterpret, my love is not attachment.
You are only as important as everyone else.

Every time I wake up, I worry you’re not real,
then I remember that you’re not.

Every time I turn around, I worry you’re not here,
then I remember that you’re not.

“What are you doing?”
.
“Don’t you trust me?”
.
“Should I not?”

You ask, why I became distant,
why, when I needed help, I didn't come to you;
why, we no longer talk, no longer meet

You ask, why I became distant;
I ask, since when did you start to care?

To be noticed in a room,
you don’t need fancy hair and expensive clothes.
All you need is a big personality and a radiant smile.
And just like the hair and the clothes,
who said they had to be real?

Thank you for tuning in to my life radio,

I regret to inform that this series will be discontinued.