My hand at poetry

Ok, Don't laugh or roll your ojos. I just felt like writing this stuff down.

Miedo
What do I do when I start feeling again? I remember. I was always in pain for you. Pero, you didn't even notice. I'm scared now. I don't want to feel that way again. ¿Qué hago? I ask myself. You are gone, but I still fill it inside. El Dolor. It doesn't leave instantly como tu. Pero yo se that it will fade. I will feel.

Laughter
When I'm sad I laugh. I will not let you win. I fell. I smirked. I thought of you. I smiled. I though of myself. I laughed.

Your Answer
Te invite. I hoped you would come. Espere, pero you never showed. No me despidi de ti. I had no closure. Te fuiste and that was your respuesta. Now I know la verdad, nothing between us.

¿Porqué?
¿Porqué juegas conmigo? As if I was a child. Algo cute que puedes dejar aside. Pense que we had algo. Pero again it was todo en mi mente. ¿Porqué hago eso?

You Know
Sabes algo, me dices que soy special. Que soy unique. Que eres a lucky man for have met me, pero despues me dejas sin decir Adios. Tal vez no soy tan especial. Tal vez son lines que le dices a varias como yo. Pendejas que esperan a alguien.

Preguntas Inutiles
Why is it easier to write when you are in pain? Why do we need to feel anguish to let ourselves open up? Why does our mind feel creativity when our hearts are breaking? Why are the best things about loss? Why do I care what you think? Who are you to me? Who could you have been? Who could have I been? Was it ever meant to be? No, todo era inutil.

I Just Laughed
I got happy when I saw your face. Pero, cabron, you just ignored me, and trust me honey I'm hard to ignore. Weren't you the one that said I lit up the room when I walked in? Another of your pinches lines. I just laugh cuando me acuerdo de que pendeja era.