SAVE ME.
I waited there, waited for his return, like a child, waiting patiently for her lost mother. Clouds rolled by, signaling the rain to shower any minute. But I could not abandon him, so patiently I waited, forever, it seemed. My hair resisted the wind, as it tried to sweep me off my feet.
Still I trusted him.
I fell for him, terribly, I should say. He was the hole in the sidewalk, and I stepped right in. He was the devil, disguised as an angel to play a devious trick on me, Perhaps it was me, trying to fill the hole that had been building in my tragic heart. Perhaps I chose him, to seal the emptiness that grew ceaselessly.
No matter how many times he had hurt me before, still I came back to him, like a lost magnet searching for its other half, to perhaps feel better, or more comforted. He was my other half, the other part of my soul that I couldn't live without. Like a flower needs the bees for pollination, like a balloon needs air, like space needs stars.
He was my everything, and all I could imagine.
And I loathed it. I despised needing someone so much, holding onto them for crutches when clearly I could stand on my own.
He was a necessity. And I had to let him be. I had to let him go, to save him. Save him from me, and save myself from him.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Unknown:[Poetry]
PoetryThese words are me, these words are my family, my loved ones, these words are you, the soldiers, the world. Take a peak. Which words are you?