You are leaving.
There is nothing I can do but let you.
You tell me to stop acting like you're dying,
But what is death if not physical absence?
All those times, when my calloused heart wished you would just leave instead of being a constant reminder of my regrets, of the dichotomy of our hearts,
I wish I could convince fate to ignore them.
Because in the end all I regret is that I told you 'I hate you' more times than I said 'I love you' to you.
All I regret is not pushing you to listen when you brushed me away, of when you were tired of my repetitive and blatant questioning.
Still, why?
Why did you have to slowly and now completely slip away?
I will miss your smile, your hair, your mildew, your decibel, you.
I will miss you more than you can ever know.
You are happy to leave though,
But then again it's not like the departed get to mourn.
Please remember how much I love you.
Please forgive me for not spending more time convincing you of that fact.
YOU ARE READING
All For You.
Poesie*First Place Winner in Poetry - The Quill Awards* ❝All the tears, All the sleepless nights. All the 2 a.m. poetry, All the brilliant lights. All the second guessing, All the wrongs and rights. It is all for ...
