Yet again in a party with friends,
I find myself amidst this chaotic silence.
And I yet again am watching you with my arm on the chair,
Watching the buzz in the air.
Yet again I am a wallflower
Sitting on the corner of this table.

Yet again I would have to say, you are indistinguishable from the last time,
You are still spitting curses at each other,
While that elderly couple beside our table are giving us the stink eye.
You are still left with the remnants of adrenaline and serotonin from your trip together earlier this day.

Yet again I believe I have changed.
And you yet so insignificantly.
We moved to the next grade,
Yes that's a change for all of us.
But me, I am still left with the remnants of my storms I had then.
I am still coping up for the loss my hurricanes gave me.

But for a change, I am sitting here with your phone dear love, writing to you, from my Wattpad account.
Well it's heartbreaking, accomplishing and
Satisfactory at the same time.
You see, it's pretty funny that you are clueless as to all my tribulations are for you which I am writing about currently.
But you are clueless and I am happy but also gloomy.
Because it's a different high I get from writing to and about you
Right beside your chair.
And I wish the stars and moons so much to make you read them.
But I also beg them to make you forget me.

This is the closest I could get to make you read them,
Without revealing that I love you.
This is the strongest of my love I can pour out for you.
This the most I can fall for you.
So here goes my love,
Here goes my shards of heart,
For nothing but maybe for the best.