I wonder if this
Has any meaning to it.
I wonder if my fight for you
Is worth it in the end.
What if I have spent these years
Reliant on the future of us
And created a miserable path for myself?
I don't regret the times we've spent
Or the words we've said,
But what if they mean nothing in the end?
Time will tell, but the sickness in my
Body from waiting for you has
Reached it's limit,
And I feel the virus aching through me.
I may die tonight, tomorrow, ten years from now, or maybe seventy.
But if I am to live for long,
What was the point of focusing on You, and only you?
If I am to live a short span,
What was the good that came from
This bitter situation?
Will I live in hell with closure?
I cannot say I will.
I will live there still in love with you,
Hoping that when you join me
You may admit to loving me as well.
And we can fight the devil together.