The Beginning of the EndA Poem by Peter Zaelio
I have been looking out over the edge for sometime now
I find comfort in the black abyss, Comfort from the pain Comfort from the heartache Comfort from you. I used to find comfort in your expressions The way you laughed The way your eyes lit up talking about things you love The way you'd shake your head every time I'd make a stupid joke just to see smile. But here I am once again looking out into the dark by the light of a pale moon. I'm sorry for everything, you know. I'm sorry I ever made you worry. I'm sorry I tried to ever think I had some stake or claim to you. I'm sorry for every time I told you I loved you, and it meant something different to me. I'm sorry I got jealous. I'm sorry that I was never enough. I'm sorry. I can't reiterate the point enough that I'll always care. But as I lay my head down to sleep, I prayed and wished my heart you'd keep. But in this dull black scene around me, I pray I never wake up again. But I will. I always do. I wake up and find myself coming back to you, ready to care and be your best friend. Stuck in this dark state of eternal turmoil I will come back to you I stray away from the edge I find so much comfort in. I stray away in hopes that every tiny glimmer of light will keep me moving forward. I stray away so that I can make you feel safe, and to provide you with happiness, even at the cost of my own sanity. I used to find so much comfort in you. You're the one person I want help from, but the only one I could never ask. To provide all, and ask for naught. Sometimes I wish you would hate me. Sometimes I wish you'd tell me to leave. I don't have the heart or fortitude to leave of my own accord Because at the end of the day I still love you. © 2016 Peter ZaelioReviews
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