a poem on a tissue - the aftermath

months have paseed
i've run out of tissues
I've grown out of tears
and i've stopped hoping
that i'll ever see you here

whether i write poems on tissues
or etch them into your heart
it isn't going to make a difference
you are still going to be apart

you've caused me pain
and taken all the hope away
but i've learnt a
few lessons along the way

i've learnt that expectations
only lead to hurt
and sometimes it isn't so wrong
to be short and curt
i've learnt that pain
is hard to let go
but it isn't my fault
that i love you so?

i've learnt not to put much
into the ralationship
than the other person does
i've learnt to accept things
and stop making a fuss

i've learnt that
you can only love people
you can'r get them to love you back
but there is nothing to be ashamed about
it isn't anything you lack

there is only so much you can do
you can only inititate conversations
you can only take the first step
to start the communication
and if they stil can't
see the things the way you see
get the message
it is just not meant to be

I've learnt that time doesn't heal
it doesn't erase the hurt you feel
it just gives you other things to do
keeps you going, even if you don't want to

people have often told me
that i love people way more than
what they deserve
but i don't think it's a crime
to love without reserve

i don't know know if its false
don't know if its true
all i know is - loving completelely
is the only kind of loving i do!!