Without A 'Hello' Poem by Forever Underestimated

You entered my life
Without a “Hello.”
Just a simple look
That said, “Don’t touch.”
But I ignored the look
And went deeper in your eyes.
The color, so different,
I thought you were, too.
And as I plunged into the depths,
I felt no surprise.

I tried to start the conversation,
But you just walked away,
And as I tried to follow,
You burst me into flames.
But I only felt the warmth,
And not the burning of my heart.

You ignored me; ignored my words
Every time I tried.
You said we could be friends,
But that was filled with lies.
But I never gave up
For I knew a secret:
Behind those eyes,
You hide the screams
Of fear; of anger;
Of sorrow; of woe.
The tears of hopelessness,
The man no one knows.
And I tried
So hard
To show that I knew.
But no matter how hard I tried,
I never knew what to do.

The attempts surrounded me—
I was drowned by your tears.
You pushed me away,
But I needed you to know I cared.
I wanted to help;
To silence the screams,
But you kept walking away from me.
What could I do?
Nothing, it seemed.

But one day, it all changed,
And I began to see the truth.
You were no longer just hiding the tears,
No,
You were a demon in the rough.

I went from story to story
Trying to explain what you are.
I went over every detail,
Studied you from afar.
And though it seemed like an obsession,
It was really something more.
I was trying to figure out
What would be in store.

My friends—they didn’t trust you—
Said you could never be good.
But I had faith in you.
I thought they just never understood.
I knew you were different;
Whether good or bad, who knew?
I wanted you to be good,
But I knew you were evil, too.
And I plunged into despair.
I didn’t know what to do!
I wanted to believe there was hope—
I’m stubborn like that—
But my friends were killing me
With every little fact.

And I still have hope, I really do,
But I know you’re something else.
Not a demon, perhaps,
But a spirit that cannot be helped.
Possessed, maybe, by some other form.
You’ve changed too much
To be the same.
I don’t trust you anymore.
I don’t even know your name.
A murderer on the loose;
A Devil’s Helper on the way.

And tonight I stand
Beneath the red sky
Bleeding from above.
Snow is falling,
So funny,
As I compared you to it once.
I said you were beautiful,
But cold as ice.
A wall
Blocking off
The world.
The melted flakes
Were your tears.

That poem never truly
Made sense until now.

I laugh at the snow;
At the sky bleeding red,
But cry silently inside,
Because I know
The world will always remind me of you,
For you left
Without a “Good bye.”