“I have written poems
Keeping you in mind.
Your presence was not required.
All I had to do was just close my eyes.
Recalling the time I was most happy
It re-created you.
I hate you now for what you have done to me,
What you have turned me into.
I am bereft of love and miserable.
But I love you more…
And that is why,
I have safely tucked you
In a deep, dark wound.
A part of me couldn’t leave you.
And I cannot mourn
So I am left withering in agony.
I am scared to realize
What is causing this lingering pain,
For I cannot release myself
From the shackles of the past.
Even though someone else pines for me,
Beckons me to break free.
You have been an unattainable dream,
A too good to be true angel.
But now, you are the unattainable angel,
The too good to be true dream.
Gently caress me
And I shall turn into dust.
The wind will carry me away from you.”