April: The Last Note

I want to rip my heart out of my chest and throw it at you,

you either catch it or it will hit you so hard you die.

And I don’t mean to hurt you,

and I never meant to love you, 

it’s just that you bring the worst and the best in me. 

No one gets on my nerves like you do, 

no one lifts me up like you do.

I feel bad for holding you back, 

I hate that I am still not letting go-

from your hand as you walk away from me, 

I hate that we ran out of things to say, 

I’m still looking at you-

like you’re about to make your grandest speech, 

why am I still waiting for anything from you?

The house is covered in dust,

the flowers are dead, and I sit still, 

looking at the door, waiting for you to come marching in.

I sit still, all alone,

drowning myself in all that could’ve been

why do we get a taste from things

that are not meant to be?

The usual darkness gets darker-

after a little light has come and gone.