I do not presume to know you.
As you do not presume to know me.
But I could certainly swear...
Once upon a time...
You and me...
Were... something.
Now we are dying embers
Of a broken flame.
A sad dripping
Of a dying stream.
We are two pieces
Of an anticlimactic soul.
I need you
But I choose to lose you.
You had me
And you chose to cut me loose.
I dont blame you
I just have not the will to.
But I still love you.
Seems like that's all I can do.
YOU ARE READING
Azrael's Whispers
PoetryPoems with a deep meaning... Naaahhh!!!! I started writing these poems because, books were not cutting it for me! So much is bottles up inside of me and the fact that I can have a pretty dark and morbid imagination didn't help! Then I heard "Therapy...
