Silhouetted dreams of maddening indecisions,
All screeching failing warnings,
Warnings of an everlasting unfathomable heartache.
You, you died but nevertheless you linger with me,
Like the placid aroma of unsullied rain
Upon ashy pallid skin.
I want naught more to do with the pain,
That you so courteously generate
For me as you refuse my love.
But now,
My heart doesn’t desire a correlation to yours,
For they have become two pieces estranged by innate gloomy anguish.
You can abscond from me and be who you want to be,
In fact I wish you well.
I even hope that you find love somewhere along the line.
Everything that you do causes me pain.
Your voice, your scent, your embrace, your face, and your warmth.
I cannot stand them anymore
br>e. I want you to go away,
Because you never loved me anyways.
I was nothing but a body to you, this I finally realize.
I’ll always be your friend,
Here whenever you need me,
But don’t expect me to wait on you forever.
Where did I go wrong?
I lost someone I loved among the bitterness,
And I failed to save you…
I am sorry…