Night One:
Today, I’ve attempted to rid the love of my life.
Although I vowed in the beginning to never let doubt
affect my everlasting love for you,
I seemed to have become too dependent on you.
With silent tears drifting amidst spring winds
and an agonizing chest pain contained within,
I boldly refused to give you all of my love…
which already agitates and remains as indecision.
The only instance in which I felt you were absent in both sound and sight:
a divine guide provided a sign causing me to turn deaf and blind.
In this silence and darkness,
I felt happiness unlike any other I’ve known…
and relapsed to reality the following moment.
Day One:
I began wondering why their lies a difference
between happiness and reality…
should there be?
Having a façade of complacency in a friendship is…
selfish…
and sadly, I realize that’s what I’ve come to be.
I possessed a feeling of obligation to
progress my independence emotionally;
I took your love for granted...again.
Subtle depression sunk underneath my skin,
and the need for forgiveness still seems out of the question.
Night Two:
I just want to say sorry…
for not being a friend.
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