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teardrop on the fire [Jamilton]

bullshit poems say otherwise. anyway I've lost my mind hbu. I've written 15 titles ahead of time and I'm scared of committing to them. anyway I don't know what this is.

when you told me you had to go
I wish you'd teach me how to say goodbye.
no lyrics could fill the void
of uncertainty and pain
when your lifeless body falls into my arms
like a broken doll tossed by the rest of humanity.
how will the days you've never spent with me
make up your existence in this world?

what will make of your life choices?
leaving lovers behind,
some estates here and there, never to be touched
is that what you have, are you done?
what will make of the impacts you've made?
my sanity, our child, our love that supposedly
lasted forever,
was that all for naught?

we're dysfunctional, that's a given.
teach me to love again, after you.
or will you be selfish, and let me suffer?
I didn't drown, I couldn't seem to live or die.
when our child asks us,
where's their other parent, what do I have to say?
sugarcoated promises,
that never went to existence, after you.
will history shine the light you've never seen?
what will become of you?

years past, your existence lingers like a soul
bound to the materialistic world
your influence unheard of.
I could never blame your patriotism, after all.
I've never learned to love again, that was a given.
our child's ignorance is great
but I'd never ruin their childhood with you.

how have you been?
i wonder how is it like up there.
can you see the mistakes I've made without you?
I saved every letter you wrote me,
all of them,
and i would be mad you tried to leave this world
before,
until I realised.
this time, you never meant to leave me.

do you know what angelica said,
when she heard what's left of you?
"you've married an Icarus,
he's flown too close to the sun."
are you watching me? do you see how I burn,
for the place in my heart you've forfeited?
do you see how I cry to the heavens
"why aren't you here?"
our child does not understand my anguish,
and they say, "ignorance is bliss."

I'm rereading the letter you wrote me
before you seemed to burn,
like the fire made its way to a young boy's thigh
reminiscent of the numerous wars
we've pulled through all of them.
will you survive the test of time? the war of love?

I'm watching myself burn in the teardrops
After all,
no one is ever really gone.
see you soon.

my name is walnut, I'm not a poet,I'm nervous to post this,but I can't show this. I'm an asian with regret,nobody talked about my father so i can let it slide

bye I'm skskdkdkfkfofj.
(spot all the hamilton references and you get a cookie(or you can take one from my profile))

[500 words]