My first poem

I felt my blood boiling angrily in my vein
Running through my vein as fast as
The olympic's runners
Rate
Too fast,
To quick,
Totally not my normal rate.

My finger's nails pressing into my palm,
Making it deep marks on it,
My breath
Inhaling
Exhaling
(like the asthma patient's illness coming back.)

My lips parted angrily
Swearing at you in a
shouting,
screaming,
Yelling
way.

But you just stand there,
As if nothing happen,
when you really know,
What you have done to me.

By pressing your lip hungrily to a girl
which just hapen to be my friend,
Right in front of me,
Holding a valentine present
Which was suppose to be
Yours.
(Dun you know it?)

The sound of my present
Dropping to the ground
Must have bring you two,
Back to reality
when you pull back
Abruptly
And Shocked to find that
It's me standing there
Face turning crismon,
In shock,
In anger.

My so-call frenz wa too,
shocked like you,
Doesn't seem what to do,
As she parted her lip
Slightly like I do.

One foot back,
Next foot back,
Step
Step
You see me
(I see you)
With a flick of my hair
I turn around
Started to run
as fast as I could,
Not seeming to stop,
with your voice echoing
behind me.

I just want to
run
escape
from you
away from the things
which I had jus seen,
That you was after all
kissing my best friend
so passionately that
you couldn't bring
yourself to stop

I just want to erase
the memory
of your hair fumbling
behind her back
holding her so tightly
like you used to hold me too

Her arm around your neck,
pulling you
so deeply to her lip
that I feel like vomitting

And all at once,
When I appearm
you pull back
with a shock look,
that match mine.

And now, here we are,
you look at me,
I look at you
with a cold feeling
you tried to break away the heavy silence,
which air was dreading heavily
in betrayal
you sigh
in a desperate way,
which I know our relationship
is ending
forever gone....

You said that you are sorry
and had since long
want to break up
with me
I feel my heart
break into an
uncountable
pieces,
Ny body hurts
My soul bleeds
profusely

Tears beging to flood my face like a cup left under a
running faucet wall after the rim.
My heart leaping to my throat.
Getting caught,
squeezing
twisting
tearing

My throat now hoarse for just screaming at you
But now to contract around the threaten
to leap out and out of my lips.

My hands sore for just pressing my nail too
deep into my palm
But now to tremble as I reach to brush
tearsdrop
leaving a streak of imprint down my cheeks.

You reach over to me,
And give me a brotherly pat
on my shoulder
telling me that we can
still be pal.
If I want to
I nod,
and in return,
you give me a
brief hug.
But to me,
I found it quite
okay.