A tortured soul
Who endured
Lost love
Anxiety
Depression
Helplessness
Hopelessness
And has finally found peace
For putting it onto paper
Has been their best therapy

I hope you’re happy

With your new family

I’m honestly proud of you

You didn’t abandon those kids

Like you did to me

I’m almost nineteen

And as the years go by

I’m learning to let go

I promise you one thing

Whenever I have kids

I’ll be the father to them

That you weren’t for me

For every tear
That falls from your
Blistering Blue Eyes
I will tell you that
“I love you, my dear”
For every cut
That you make upon
Your pale fragile skin
I will kiss your scars
In hopes that you will feel again

If you love someone
You’ll do whatever it takes
To make them happy
Even if it means
Letting them go

I have a garden of roses
One for every person I love
Year after year
More and more begin to die
The petals begin to wilt
And float to the ground
To this day
Only a few remain
I fear that they too
Will die someday