Its a long list of things I'd like to say
But none can match up
To the fact that we no longer talk
For reasons I dont care for
I was the only one with feelings
And you misguided me
Held my hand and lied to me
Told me you felt the same
But when push came to shove
Light bulbs went out
Breakers were turned off
And every square mile
Lost power in your heart
My idiocy led me to believe
It could still work
Candles I lite
Just to find my way to you
But nothing was enough
We waged war against each other
I fought to show you
Feelings can travel any distance
Its the effort of reaching
That's too much for you
It doesn't matter anymore
This will be my last poem to you
You're a weight on my mind
Wondering if you're ok
If work has been any better
If you still think of me
I want to say I dont care
In reality I would be lying
You drove me crazy for 3 years
Even when I couldn't talk to you
Or when I failed to keep a promise
I have done nothing but love you
And that was my fault
You'll probably tell I'm not to blame
Dont worry, I still have conversations
With your voice in my head
And sure that makes me sound insane
But we both already knew
That's what made me a better writer
If I could change anything
It would be the distance
That kept us apart for so long
Yet when finality of words comes
So to does my last I love you
I've written you a total of 8 letters
Each I burned
Because the phrase up in smoke
Applied for 3 years worth of love
Of tears you shed that I couldn't wipe away
Of lonely nights I couldn't get you through
Of restless days when the weight
Of everything took its toll
Maybe it really is best for a final goodbye
For one last poem
One last sign
That my feelings were true
But with every passing second
I realize everything was just a lie
You never really loved me
You had to love the idea of me
There's not much to love in me
Its all violence and chaos
Desolation within twisted compulsions
That always seem to throw me back
Into the lions den of emotions
Tabitha, I still have your number
Its written on every wall in my head
I memorized it so I wouldn't forget
That on the other line of that number
Was a voice repeating simple
You're crazy
And the way you tried to go ghetto
When you're as white as mayo
I really hope everything is at its best
I'm sure it got better with me gone
And I didn't forget your birthday
I just didn't want to bother you
I figure me gone
Makes a happier you
So its time for me to go


Sincerely,
                  Robert L. Guerrero