untitled - youth

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I see how it is.

As the days pass on,
The things that live around me change.
Wither away,
Die.

Perhaps was it due to neglect?
Am I no longer lonely like how I was,
Those days you thrived?
Am I no longer that person?

Who cherished you well,
Loved you day and night,
Endlessly.

Who was so proud of you,
When you grow big and strong.
Who was worried for you,
When you looked just a bit darker,
Or lighter.

Am I no longer that person?
Perhaps.

People change,
Things don't last forever.
Everything ages,
I am not the same as I was yesterday,
And neither are you.

May I wish you,
My love,
Farewell.

Thank you.

For loving me all throughout my lonely days,
For not giving up on me.
For giving me joy.
For letting me watch you grow.
Thank you.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, love.

For neglecting you.
Not cherishing you as I should have,
As I had before.
Walking past you,
Not sparing another glance at you.

For not providing you with what I should have,
Like the light,
I have left you in the dark.
I am a bad person,
No?

I loved you.
I love you.
I can't love you now,
How can I?

When this is how I treat you?
How can I love you?

This is not love.
Not anymore.
This cannot be called love.

This is called losing something you once loved.
It's called not knowing what you have until it's gone.
It's losing a precious piece of memory,
One that reminds you of the old days,
How we all grow up,
And out.

That we don't stay here forever.
That we're eventually going to move on,
Away,
Forever.

Memories,
Lost,
Forgotten,
Because the pile of other new memories flood in,
Every second,
Burying the old ones.

I have been a bad person.
I am a bad person.
For being as I am.

Please don't forgive me for my actions.
For I do not deserve any forgiveness from you.

Youth is not forever,
I understand that.

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