My Dearest Xxxxxxxx,
I fought a battle for you, for that, I am left but with a scar.
Still fresh my wounds, the dizzying blow,
The salt of your lips, burning my heart.
But yet, am I still.
I wish not to wake up. I wish not to sleep.
I wish not to think of you, as I accept defeat.
You have won, I am defeated,
You have triumphed, I am but depleted.
Cast me away, you shall not,
For with my pain, I have my pride.
Still I’ve loved you once, always will,
I wish you well, but no, I will not ask.
For I wish not to look, not at my past.