What a waste.
So many words softly whispered
     under the warmth of
     a summer night.
Giggling, and staring, and sweet kisses.
Promises you never meant to keep.
Some I never thought I'd make.
I would have given you my
life.  More than my life.  My soul.
In hindsight, maybe I
already did.
And now, my worst fears are to be faced.
Alone.  Like in a coffin, but worse.
(you know how claustrophobic I am.)
I wish I could make you
understand what you've done to me.
The monster I've become.
I know you're happy now, with her.
And that's all very well.
I don't even hold it against
you that you hate me.
That I embarrass you.
           annoy you.
Regardless of whose fault it is.
You never loved me,
     therefore you can't be held
     accountable.
I am not your responsibility,
     remember?
But do you also remember the
     times you said you'd never
     leave? You'd never love another?
I do.
I don't even get angry anymore.
Bitterness is all I can offer you.
So you were wrong about me after all.
But when I die,
     will you feel it in your bones?