Not a single night has passed
Without a lonely poem being written-
A letter of emotions translated into words-
For my one and only you.
Each one different yet the same
As every word cries of my anguish
From my unwavering but broken heart-
Of how I will always, always set you free.
I wake up every day in worry
That our parting of ways will soon come
And perhaps out of shock and despair
I would not have the right words to say to you.
And so fervently I write my lines
In hopes that when the time comes
I will be able to share a poem to you
To tell you that I love you enough to let you go.
But fate is cruel-
For no matter how much one anticipates
Or even prepares for a disaster,
Nothing matters when it comes to your doorstep,
Like how I couldn't find the right one,
As I look through a hundred poems and letters written for you,
None of them will suffice
None of them can perfectly tell you
Just how much I love you-
Just how much I need you-
Just how much I don't want to lose you-
Just how much I want to see you everyday-
Just how much I hope that you'd stay-
And that despite it all, you are free
For despite myself, your happiness comes first-
Perhaps my words are written for me
To remind me of how much I love you
To remind me to love myself the same way
To set my feelings free as you go.
To slowly, but completely, let you go.