To my never lover

This is the Untitled Poem

YOU were my first.

So it should be right of me to make YOU my last.

Since YOU have found a way to mold every part of my life without even being in it.

YOU made me see thing i didn't wan't to see again.

Things that came from my past.

The past that I wanted to forget so bad.

But YOU are my past ,my present,and my future.

YOU are my every broken heart.

YOU are my every tear.

YOU are anxiety melt down.

Every depression medication that I put down my throught.

YOU are the reason death is so close ,yet so far away.

I am brOKen.

I will die of a sickness that will never be diagnosed.

YOUR ;

Happy,

Joyful,

Okay.

No empty space is found in you because you never had a space for me in the first place.

So this will be known as the no title poem.

The poem that felt to much it was lost in what it was.

What it could be,

and what it wanted to be.

The poem that was stolen of feeling and was never aloud a case.

And the person who read it left with out a feeling changed.