Dear World,
I apologize
if this seems like a cheap attempt
at romantisising
something that is
already dead.
but i must at least
try and put down
my feelings of joy and love
before they are all too quickly drowned
in the sea of bitterness
pain and hate.
I must first write
about how gentle
his kisses were
how strong and tender
his touch was,
how much love i saw
when i looked in his eyes.
(before i turn and call him,
devils spawn,
son of a gun
worthless good for nothing.)
I should mention
his words of love
his meaningful
promises
and how i needed
to believe him
(before i say out lound
how deceitful he was,
lying pond-scum.)
'lltry to tell you,
how it felt to be
loved by him
and to love him back
how strong we were
how we both let this go
(before i dump the weight of guilt at his door,
and sum it all with its his fault)
i will say now and here,
how much I love him
still
and how much i miss him
and wish him well
and want him back.
(then for sure i will walk out tall
and proclaim my disenchantment
and wish a plague of a thousand years on him,
and tell the world i do not love him
and never will)
so world again forgive me,
for this confusion
that i add
to your foray of days
but i must.
