Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

P.T.O.

(p.t.o. Pt. 2)

This isn't the end of the story,
But this is where I put the full stop;
I'm done with this chapter.
I just can't keep writing a non-existent love story,
It's time to draw the line between fantasy.
A fictional character, is what you've become.
Don't ask me to tell you the story.
I just can't point blank outlines of sincerity, to tell you how it ended.
In my world, you still exist, palpable as the sun.
But in reality, I watched take your last breath on the hospital bed.
Icy cold, pale grey,
Your hands turned, as you gently let go of mine.
I can't remember much afterwards, but I still see the silent goodbye tears from your eyes.
I still remember crying myself to sleep every night I remind myself you're gone.
I still remember the prescription pills, and the numerous, empty beer bottles that lay all over my bedroom floor.
I remember wishing it was me.
But, it's time to let go of you,
I can't keep living with a haunted memory of you in my head.
Yours faithfully, this is not goodbye;
I just need to find my own happy ever after.