I don't know how to turn you in to poetry anymore.
The words fall from my mind
without making sense...
nothing makes sense.
I don't know much but
I know that love and music
is universal
and that we are all one with nature.
And I know that I love you
more than I have loved anybody.
Somehow,
loving you made me learn to love myself
because the intensity of this feeling
is both beautiful and brutal
and to endure love is not shameful,
but respectable
and loving you makes me strong
not weak.
I can no longer be a ghost, love.
I can no longer be the enchantment that
haunts you.
I can no longer wish you were beside me.
I know you have wanted me, love
and I know it must have hurt
to resist.
I have to walk away now
and discover more boys with hypnotic eyes
and wounded hearts.
Remember to love her
and to show her that you deserved a second chance.
I don't want to be the reason
that she ends up broken again.
The pieces of me that you discovered
will love you infinitely.
Somehow,
you managed to fix me
by refusing to love me.