Hi,

I don’t know what I’m doing with myself. I’ve tried drinking away this hurt, but all it did was numb it for a day.

I know what I did was wrong, I hurt you so badly that I never deserved a second chance. We have this distance to thank for not showing how we feel. I am torn between two worlds, one with your smile and one tired of all the arguments.

I lied to you from the very first day, when I told you that you were not my first. I was so filled with pride and ego, I just wanted to please you, but all it did was push us apart.

I kept wishing this would last, but knew inside that, this mask we both made just hid our true intentions.

I don’t know why I’m so sad. Is it because I lost a good friend or is it because I know I will never see your eyes again.

I never harboured jealousy, because I believe that true love transcends all insecurity. I saw us as equal, but realise now that you want more than love.

I have never felt such heartbreak, such sorrow, it is as if I’m moaning a loss of infinite sadness.

My mind tells me that it will be alright, that I just need to let go, but how can I forget such a woman so immaculate. I see your anger and outbursts, it is out of love. You were never shown it, for this I am sorry.

I wish I could stop feeling, to be as cold as you are. To be a stone with unfaltering emotion. To move on and to love.

I will not forget what you taught me, nor will I unlearn the beauty of a darkened soul. To have kissed and tasted raw emotion, to have felt a fiery control of undying spirit. What more could I say that I have not before, what more can I do that I wished I had.

Even though it is over, I wish you unconditional love, and whoever your heart is with, he is but blessed.

To anyone who reads this, never lie to the one you love, be honest, speak you mind, hold no anger or hatred, all that it brings is destruction. If you are reading this, I don’t blame you for anything, I know that you’ve moved on, and I know you have forgotten me. For the brief moment you knew me, thank you for showing me what love is. Thank you for loving me.

The broken poet.