I have breathed you indefinitely, wondering if your scent
is the definition of perfection. I should digress.
These wings won't take me
as far away as I will want to go.
If you still think of me, please remember me as broken;
as the pieces you once tried to put together, and inevitably failed.
If you are willing to read my words;
please rip these envelopes and hide the letters within your palm.
My reasons for leaving are finite;
I know that they will run out, and they will never be enough.
Of course, I should apologize.
I am sorry for being the imperfection you never needed.
You tell me you love me and I believe you, but
I do not deserve your affection.
But I will not apologize for making this decision.
I will leave my past behind in a flurry of winter snow;
please don't try to find the last traces of my footsteps.
I promise that I will be fine.
And thank you;
you are so beautifully sincere in everything you say.
Nothing will ever feel warmer than your fingers clasped in mine.
I could write down all the things about you that
have driven my heart into insane acceleration. My pen will run dry.
Though lastly, if there is a word that
can express extreme love better than itself,
I dedicate it to you.

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