The Truth Hurts

It all starts the time I knew, 
Someone a stranger till it blooms,
The closeless whom enjoy and go through with thy,
I'll never regret have known it wee.

 It was well amazing from the start, 
A call, text or greeting whom gain in surprise,
It soon become custom and part,
Which made whom delighted so not escape.  

Things go on and time passes by,
Everthing was smooth and till whom know when, 
Fading away whatever it is, 
The reason whom didn't knew exist.

It was then, whom knew the presence, 
For whatever reason, senses was strong, 
It was as expected right from the moment, 
The presence faded the closeness whom once have gotten.

Thy may felt the aesthesis of whom wanted, 
For whatever reasons did not perceived nor ignored,
However knew, but took for granted, 
Shrilling through whom heart that was frangible distort.

Fatigued as it is at the beginning, 
Whom accepted it as a normal thing,  
Then felt the greatness of presence in thy as time passing, 
Longer it goes, further the distance portraying.

Its not easy nor tough to read, 
Ignorance is all whom can complete,
A book with no author is not as published, 
Encrypted in bosom thy never knew exists.

This is something whom dislike of happening, 
For millions of reasons it gather as it seems,
Losing the once pistachio that was established, 
Puff like a vapour with no vestige.

Emotions, feelings are hard to resist, 
However so, will put this in pit, bottling it up and locked within, 
Never wanting to break the exists,
Of once delighted, enjoyable and presence of thy.

Very brightful lighting was felt, 
When whom joined the presence thy held,
Never attentive was thy with whom felt, 
Unable to penetrate through the boundary that presence thy held. 

Awkward as it is whom despise, 
Whatever happens, thy never concern but be like ice, 
Everything else blinded by the feelings reside, 
Only having presence in thy's eyes.

Whom tired of being the middle stand,
Its an aesthesis that was present for so long,
Wanting to let go and be just oneself,
Now its time to wake up and stay where whom belong. 

How whom wished nothing was changed, 
Remain as it is from the time it began, 
Hoping so that everything restrain, 
Will break through borders and thus remained.