Melodious ballad with a calamitous end
The story of your life
Caring, existing hurt so much, that the beauty of it all perished at your hands
Once honey lips are now decaying flesh
Lifeless however, once sweet
I sit by the memory of your remains, wrestling with the decision that has been made
Praying for your resurrection, knowing that is not to ever be
You were lost in the melody of demons singing praises of mayhem
So frantic was your mind, that it led you to realize
That you would rather search for heaven while leaving your vessel on Earth
I stuck around too long.
I seem to do that when I care.
I lingered around and you kept coming back because you knew that I was waiting there.
A strong hold you had on me. I told you this repeatedly. Be careful with me, I’d whisper as you ran about recklessly.
Bittersweet comes to mind when I think of you and I imagine it’s the same when you think of me too.
Two souls that met, I wanted ît to be sublime, but we connected only for several moments and not a lifetime.
I learned, I loved. I lingered. I left
I do wonder though if departuring rendered you bereft.
Memories of our last interaction tells me the answer is no. Regardless of how much I want to believe that my heart was not the only to grieve.
Our time, for me, was painful bliss. But only a forlorn romantic would describe it as this.
As dismal as this seems. the fact is that I grew. I have grown so much that my before is unrecognizable after you.
So yes, I stuck around far too long, this much is true but the wisdom I have gained would not be so if I’d prematurely left you.💛