I still love you. Is that a bad thing? I can’t eat or sleep. My thoughts hallucinate at the mention of your name. I see your face. Everywhere; my dreams- you’re holding me close, and you never let go. Remembering that time we shuffled out over the desolate forest in our aging wellies- you’d squeeze my hand tighter for reassurance.  

I can still feel you’re warmth condensing against my skin. But it’s beginning to fade. .  And I’m lost. I’m beginning to drift away. Endlessly searching for that closure you bestowed within me. I need you. I’m lost without you by my side.

Everything seemed to erode when you’d left. The ache for forgiveness is still there and forever will be. You carved that dagger into my heart like it was funny. Like you found humor in my agony. It pierced through your azure globes as your smile widened at the excruciating pain you threw upon me. You just walked away and I shouted and I screamed;

COME BACK! COME BACK! COME BACK!

I just lay there on the ground. Numb.

You gazed deeply into my soul, robbed me from of the little purity I had left. You left me. Shattered. Broken. Unusable. You ripped out part of my heart as we said our goodbyes. And I still love you.

You’ve always thought that you’ve bled for what is noble,
That what you have done is for the grander goal.
But you know and acknowledge, deep down, yourself,
That these things are also matters that for you could be of help.

You’ve always thought that happiness circled around the concept of choice,
A way of thinking that others, too, have always voiced.
But you know, we know, that this is some form of a fallacy,
A piece of wisdom we share for I am We.

Happiness might actually be a choice on the surface,
But the ‘illusion’ and quantity isn’t the only problem that we face.
The very concept of framing two things as oppositions to the same goal is problematic,
An idea that is now becoming to be apparently synthetic.

But maybe these are tribulations of those who want to meet halfway,
Those who would want to strike the balance through careful weighs.
A tough thing to arrive at, that’s for sure,
But we believe that’s we’ve always been built to find the cure.