Rose, Prose, Poetry

Fin.

I feel it. The ending.

I predicted it months in advance, but knowing doesn't ease the ache in my heart.

I sit here, silent, as the world spins around me. I'm a spot staining society.

I'm a small dot at the end of a statement. The letters mingle around me.

People spell out words, holding meaning. I'm just a necessity.

To be fair, I'm doing this to myself.

I'm too kind and too self-aware for my own good, so I suffer.

I breathe and I break, standing stoically in the line of fire as my twin wounds me.

The snap of bones and the smell of blood is familiar as I bleed alone.

You have your own wounds and your own burden, so I will keep you snow white,

Distancing myself so that your pure white heart remains spotless.

Don't worry about my Loneliness. He is my companion. My toxic love.

I will cry in his arms tonight. So I am alone but not really.

You'll be happy, and I want nothing more.

You'll forget me, and I'll shrug, knowing that it was bound to happen.

No matter how much I care for you, because I want to protect you, I'll fall.

The darkness in my shadow will strike me in the chest and from your memory.

I die another day with no witness, and it's the end.