The Last Time

I'm going to write about you one last time just because I need to make peace with my heart, even though it seems I won't be able to.

The thoughts of you run wild in my mind, unable to organize.

My feelings for you mixed up inside my chest, bubbling into an agony that I feel I will only be able to get rid off if I cry you a river.

But my tears aren't worth this mess that you made me.

With all these emotions I can't depict, I want this to be the last time.

The last time I'll write about you, the last time I'll engrave your eyes in this notebook's pages.

Because that night was the last time I knocked on your door asking for your touch.

The last time I lost myself in daydreams of you, the last time I ailed for you.

The last time my heart skips a beat with only the thought of seeing you.

This one-sided sentiment has taken too much of me.

I caught myself breaking all my rules for you, yearning for a fraction of your time when I don't even double-cross your mind.

The walls I had built inside me were knocked down by you, and without permission, you made yourself at home in this broken house that is my heart.

You inked your name in it like a permanent tattoo impossible to erase.

But one night, you suddenly left.

Left with no warning leaving the door wide open and your belonging spread

all over as if you were planning on coming back.

But you never did, and these walls remained broken.

You were all I wanted, but not like this.

Hence now I'll kiss you goodbye and let you fly.

Fly without ever knowing my feelings for you.

Fly without ever knowing your significance.

I cannot blame you, I was warned not to fall, and now I am the joker of this play I plan to end.

So I want this to be the last time. I'm going to leave this love behind without a proper goodbye.

They said some endings don't have an appropriate farewell, and I guess that was ours.

Bye, bye, my love.

The world is yours like once was I.