nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED

Stranger - ORIGINAL PROSE

Once, I knew you, my friend from long ago, and now you're nowhere to be seen. Your face takes on many forms, when I dream of you late at night; many friends have left, but I still feel their presence each day, as they have all left their mark on my life. I wish to sing your praises, but the pain of betrayal and guilt is heavy on my lungs, I can only shake my head and fight back hot tears of regret, as I once had such love. No boundary between love and hate exists in this moment, yet sometimes its a heavily guarded line, drawn thick, black, distinctive in my mind as I push you to the back, along with all the others who have left or fallen from the face of the earth, though they are still out there, living their lives, while I am stuck here, always, as I cannot will my feet to move, as I no longer have the strength to continue. So, I'll immortalise you in prose and rhyme, dear friend, in futile hopes of giving you permission to make your leave, but you have found comfort in the recesses of my mind, as memories of you attack my fragile heart with each and every passing moment. You don't care about me, but I still care about you.