I want to tell you many things,
But I know that it'll scare you away. and you will not listen anyway.
I want to say what i want, but I am afraid to show my true vulnerable self.
You fell for the outside, cautious because maybe you saw the shades of the true me peeking through.
I don't know how i allowed you to touch the inner me, the one that is bruised and battered.
The one that fears and contemplates everything on earth.
We are so similar, yet so different.
We been through the same shit. But somehow you ended up looking at yourself , while i turned my heart open to the world. you closed yours, didn't you?
'I want to write, but I forget how to describe what is meant
I want to write about you but I can't 
I want to write about how you make me feel 
How every time I see your face I know that you're real
I can't describe the feeling you always raise in me
I can't describe this wash of happiness that you seem to bring
But I want to write about it, I want to write about you
I want to write about that day we shared
how I can't understand exactly what is happening most of the time.
Yet Jealousy rears its ugly head whenever i see you talk the same way you do to others'
Somehow I got it today, how you can figure out someone by the way he treats others, his enemies, his caregivers, and especially people he deems lower than him.
Isn't that a damned thing named ego? that dastardly gross creation of man, of society..