to please a certain somebody.

unwanted, unneeded, unnecessary

Love is like spring, isn't it?
beautiful, majestic, short-lived,
like how a match is lit,
but quickly, in winds of time, is extinguished.

we lived in a happy moment,
trying to stop time so we could
trap ourselves in it so tightly,
that we'd never need to get out.

When you left, for far away,
packing all you owned
(my heart, perhaps)

I made no move to make you stay.

the facade of joy that we'd made shattered,
pieces cutting me,
yet I still pick them up
because they were the only memories.

The war, most have decried,
was unnecessary, stupid,
they blamed the government of course.
I agreed.

Who gave them the right
to decide who lives
and who dies
and who gets left behind?

So immature, that's what they'd say,
all for the greater good,
some ideal that we lower beings,
will never understand.

"Sorry for your loss."
They don't understand.
I didn't have the time to find you,
so how could I lose you?

I guess they were right.
We were far too young.

Absolutely no link in sight kind of poem. TYVM.