Words of the Broken and the Lover

Last Confession

I love you:
to the end of the horizon without listening to the siren.
To the depth of the sea without tightening my breath.
To the point of searching the end of the rainbow 'til death.

I love you regardless of:
You using allegory combined with an epic fantasy in order to escape your mistake.
Injecting toxic into me and consuming all my energy, mentally and emotionally.
You stealing Cupid's bow and arrow to capture my heart once again.

I love you enough to:
let the arrow hit my heart even if it hurts.
Let my heart bleed in pain 'til it becomes numb.
Let the spark you put in me to ignite into a fire and burn me.

I love you enough:
to ignore those dangerous signs.
To be deaf of the truth.
That I chose to be blinded by love for you to always be mine.

To make it simple these are my confessions of love:
First to trust you with all my heart.
Second to be loyal to you at all times. 
And third is to be always there for you.

And I could still love you but:
I could no longer bear and ignore your countless emotions of "I don't care".
I could no longer see the love in your stares.
Your words of love are deafening, and it was obvious that something is missing.

I still want to love you but:
Your love is decreasing, and my heart is crumbling into pieces.
My mind and my heart are tired of weaving imaginations that lead to the idea that you still love me.
The pain is more than intense for me to continue.

I repeat, I love you so much that I would:
chase the moon and catch the falling stars.
Run towards the horizon 'til I'm out of oxygen.
Catch the water or count it with my bear hands.

But goodbye because I figured out that I was: 
the only one living in my own fantasy.
The only one clinging to the idea that the fire is still giving me warmth.
The only one believing that you still love me wholeheartedly.

And Goodbye because:
Fate is not in our favor and sometimes love means letting go.
Someday a new love will be bestowed upon us.
and I hope we find our "right forever"

Farewell:
to the days that we thought we would treasure.
To the "moments" that is now probably nothing.
To the years that we believed we would go through together.

And lastly, to the love that we thought would last forever.