if,
one-day
you ever read this.
I hope you maybe, just maybe
understand
why I am incapable
of ever leaving you alone.*
...
I spent that hole year, trying to make you like me.
I was an absolute idiot, yes I'll admit it.
Then I was scared that the year would end, as of course it would
inevitably.
So when the end did come,
as of course it would.
I wept and crept
away from the sun.
Into my dark mind away from everyone.
Then I could not extinguish that flame,
that you'd so annoyingly implanted,
in my heart,
in my mind and brain.
So I kept on getting singed,
moth to a candle,
flame that you are,
and I cringed...
But again I tried, to see you,
though it was always cut short
and I never knew if you loved me or not
But I will probably always continue to try to
forget you until tomorrow.