Melodramatic

I know I've thought about this a thousand times, but today it has an eerie ring of truth in it: I am such The Queen of Melodramatic Poetry! Haha Been browsing through my tattered Steno notepad and found these poems scrawled almost illegibly, written several weeks ago:

I Love You

Maybe because you listen to the words I say

and hear with your heart,the ones I don't

Or you see past the mask I have donned on

while looking right through my soul

It could be of what I am when I'm with you

And how you make me believe in what I can be

but I love you, and that's all I know.

Catch 22

How can a heart feel heavy
When it's empty and without love
And how can a heart tire
When it's chasing only dreams?
Maybe I'd never know the answer...
If only mine would beat again.

And as if they were not enough, I found myself writing yet another piece:

You Took With You So Much

Well, you told me you're leaving

it was all so sudden and fast

When you walked out the door

You took with you so much

And all I am left with right now

I never knew could spring from love

A bucket of tears,painful maybe's

Shattered dreams and a broken heart

So I looked down on what's left of me

Trying to find among the emptiness

Just a hint of color,a ray of sunshine

even fading music,or a trace of a smile

But you took with you so much.

Jeez. One would think I just broke up with a (nonexistent) boyfriend. I wonder what could I write when I actually did. (Knock on wood!)  But anyways, I Love You is an ironic poem. I am yet to mean it. :)