A Withered Daisy

My Last

This is my last poem dedicated to you,

But this isn't the last one I'll write.

I'd only turn the page with you no longer as the character,

Just finally taking a different inspiration from those far better.

I used to think that you're someone so dear,

I even kept those adjusted and filtered photographs we shared.

I used to think I could not let you go,

But now I ask myself "why did I even hold on?"

There used to be drops on my pen,

But I sit here now with a smile in my face.

I used to hear broken pieces whenever I recall I was invisible,

Yet today what reached my ears was music from the freedom I now bear.

Oh how joyful it is to finally be able to look at you in the eye,

Celebrating the fact you're finally out of my life.

You chose us to be strangers and to treat me as dust,

And I couldn't be more glad; my wish was something you had finally grant.

From you I am finally clean,

Those stained lies from the past are now only a memory

I smile at you with gratitude for leaving my life,

For I realized there's someone better than you to deserve my heart.

My "future goodbye" is now in the present,

I finally let go all my useless regrets,

I now could smile again and give my letter to someone else;

All because you taught me to be like you - indifferent.

Thank you for not being my prince charming.

Thank you for teaching me what love is

By showing that what we had was never it.

Thank you for making me realize the value of time,

And for debunking the idea of love at first sight.

Thank you for ignoring me,

For I realized I deserve better than someone who cannot see.

Lastly, thank you for leaving.

Without this daisy dead, I never would have seen the beauty of this tulip in my new beginning.