Hail to thee, you’re all mighty!
Looking down on me for my happy nature;
You spurned my love—
My heart, the object of your disdain.
I’ve given up on telling you—
Reminders of what was;
I’ve decided I forgive you—
For forgetting everything you were.
I’ve come to the conclusion,
That you need conflict to survive,
Drama becomes you,
Something I despise.
It pains me tovaras*,
That you pulled away in such a manner,
But wayward children refuse to see,
The nature of their disrespect.
I set myself away from you,
But not against you—never that.
I’m waiting for the day when you see,
The disillusionment that—
You’ve forced between us with your hate,
A covenant of chill in your eyes,
Sapphire like the morning sky,
A hell with no redemption, in your eyes.
And so I stand here, cloaked by shadows,
Seeking solace in a place we both frequented;
I wonder if I’ll ever lose the urge—
The urge to call you on summer days…
Days when the clouds form pictures,
And the high-grass dances to the wind’s song…
When will I learn to stop loving you—
You, the one already so far gone.
*[tovaras]: pronounced.."toe-var-esh"...meaning, an individual you trust with your life, safety and happiness.