This poem. This one is actually non-fiction. Who it was about, I'd rather not say. But the irony of the outcome of the situation still resonates with me to this day. You see, the last request in this poem was actually fulfilled. The irony is that the end of the story was nowhere near what was anticipated or even expected in wildest dreams from either of us. I have to admit that I like this one a lot. I wrote it during an emotion when I rarely allow myself to write (anger), and honestly, the raw clarity is still striking to me. Granted, it's not perfect, nor what I would consider publish worthy. But it wasn't written for that, and the goal of it was accomplished: clearing my mind.
(P.S. Andrea, this is for you, too. 371-VST!)
One Request
I see it coming.
Don't worry
I understand.
Break my heart.
Tear me down.
Do what you have to.
Fall for her.
Love her.
Make me hate you.
Make me forget you.
Tell me what I dread.
Because I'm tired.
Tired of loving.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of hoping.
Tired of longing.
Of lying to myself.
Of making excuses.
Of keeping hope alive.
Of losing my mind.
Leave me alone.
Let me be.
Let me stop loving you.
Kill my dreams.
Crumble my heart.
Crush my soul.
Annihilate my love for you.
Do for me what I can't do for myself.
I can't stop loving you.
I can't stop needing you.
I can't hate you.
Not without cause.
So give me one good reason.
Choose her over me.
Make her yours.
Then maybe my world will collapse.
Like it needs to.
Because you're holding me back.
You always have.
And always will.
I'm begging you...just break me.
On second thought...
Prove me wrong.
Please.
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