Un-poetic me.

Today i couldn't breathe. i looked at you and decided to imagine that place. my vision was fogged with confusion and i kept my heart in the past.
oh, why can i not forget. memories make the room spin with discontent, as we are now in the present; a gift with a crappy return policy.
I still see the light that was reflected into my eyes. the smile that was returned in an instant.

Your eyes will never read the words that i pour out of my mind. because you simply would not care to realise that when my eyes meet with yours, i look away because i cannot stand to see the eyes that onced loved my mere flaws an imperfections. i look away because i cannot stand to see the smile that once was my doing. i look away because i see the change in you that nobody knows.

you simply would not care to realise that when i see you walking towards me, i go quite shy; something only you can do. i try to ignore the fact your blood runs through your veins so close to mine as you stand there, completly oblivious.

you simply would not care to realise that when i hear your voice, i wince because it reminds me of three words you once verbalised, that will never part your lips towards me ever again.

you simply would not care to realise that i bite my tongue when you say certain things, because sometimes i want to scream so many things right in your face; but what's the point? even if i did, you probably wouldn't hear me.

You simply would not care to realise that you are the most important thing that was ever touch my hands, spoke into my ears, looked into my eyes, or held my broken soul.

You won't realise that i would try to give you my world, give you what ever you wanted just to see your smile.

You won't give me another chance, because in your eyes i don't deserve it.

but tell me something?; answer me some questions?
what did i do wrong? what changed? do you still remember the way we were? do you still have all the same memories? do you remember feelings?words spoken?time taken?

and most importantly; you don't want my heart, so why won't you give it back? cause i kinda need it to live, and all you're doing is bruising it. dropping it. hurting it. crushing it. leaving it out in the rain. leaving it in the cold. whereas, you used to keep it safe. tucked away right next to your own.
i would appreciate if you placed my heart back into my chest; it should be easy seeing as the hole is still there where you ripped it out.