o h d e a r
this is the last you would hear of me..
i'm sorry for leaving you behind, instead of doing the things my underland had made. i miss you, i love you.
although when you read these messages you'll think i'm crazy, that's fine- but it will hurt. i know you know that i love you, and you once returned it.
you said 'i love you too' in my dephts of sleep.
congratulations on your wedding day, i was hoping although, i could be the pianist on your black tuxedo moment.
but i have lived enough to let that happen, so i'm sorry.
even if my last message should be saying about how and why i love you- i just can't.
it makes me think i've given you my life, when that's not right my love. you can't have two, so i'll just give you my thoughts and words.
i couldn't say why i loved you, because that would never be answered. i love you because.. and that's it.
i could never say when i loved you, should i say at the end of time? or at the beggining of earth's old watery rhyme?
if you asked me how long i ever loved you- i'd not answer.. for tell me, which is longer, forever of eternity?
and for the reasons- it's because you are you.
and i love every single thing.. you just you.
i'm done, my love. be glad.
atleast one nuisance would be removed from your- your happy life with a new wife. but don't forget me, ever please.
oh dear, isn't this sad to say goodbye? you were my anything, and you weren't everything. maybe it was us and we, not you and i..
With All The Love in The World,
Avery.
YOU ARE READING
Oh dear
Poetry"maybe it was you and i, not we and us." in which she falls inlove, and she gets tricked by the illusions and thoughts of it. one sick delusional story, without true love.