Memoirs of the Night

Dear You

Dauntlessly—you've stayed
Never once afraid
I was a ticking bomb
Yet you've kept my raging seas calmed

Eluding myself from the world
You've reached out to me despite getting burned;
The closed doors have opened
Fixing me beyond broken

At my darkest night
You've walked along as my light
How grateful I was—
For treating all my scars

Raining has ceased
Broken parts have been pieced
However, what's once broken is bound to shatter
Along with things that matter

Sorrow has overwhelmed me since then
Severing the tie that helped me stand again
You left me bruised and confused
When I tried talking to you, you refused

Oh, how I badly wanted to ask
"Is there a chance we can go back to the past?"
I valued you greatly
Where has that left me?

Figment—was it all?
The smiles you gave me come nightfall—
Pulling me in your embrace as I weep
Caressing my head to sleep

How did we come to this?
The vibrant world you brought turned into an abyss;
I should have pushed you harder away
Shielding myself from the gray

If you hadn't insisted on saving me—
From the deepest part of the sea,
I wouldn't be entangled in the web you created
Now, I'm tormented by the life I hated

Among the million stars—
There I was
Shimmering in the night as I wait
Believing you would come before the moon waned

Illusive dream—it was, I'm afraid
You never came to mend the scars you made;
Though I badly prayed
You never once came to my aid

Many have told me to let you go
I thought I did so long ago
Yet I was still trapped in my memories of you
And the wounds only grew

So instead of waiting, I was the one who went
Creating a chance for us to repent
But instead of linking the severed ties
You only gave me a cruel goodbye

Objection wasn't a choice
Because to you—I didn't have a voice;
Why bury a hopeful seed
If you'll only let me bleed?

Rainstorm befell me yet again
With no one else but myself to blame
No one could have foreseen
How much damage you'll bring—it seemed

Reaching out never worked out
But this poem is the only way to clear the doubt;
Someday, I hope we'd both understand
Why our hourglass ran out of sand

Your laugh that I've come to adore
I hope to hear it once more
Thank you, my book best friend
However, our story has come to an end

A/N: This piece is dedicated to a former close friend of mine in High School. 

We weren't able to clear the air around us, and no matter what I did, she refused to talk to me so I hope that this poem will reach her in the end. I'm not expecting to be her friend again or something like that. I just wanted to let her know how important she was in my life and in pursuing my dream. Without her, I wouldn't be where I am right now.

So wherever you are, my book best friend, thank you for the time, hope, and love you gave me. I will forever cherish the moments we spent. Signing off, your hair flip friend.