Let me repeat for the first line, I do not know how this story will end.
Silhouettes blurred by the distance tell a story replete with confusing tropes.
And it was all so very simple:
All you needed to do was love me and show me as much.
T’was too big a task or perhaps I was unfit to love
or perhaps it was my karmic balance to lose you
or perhaps I blew the only real chance I had
or maybe it wasn’t me at all.
To walk away while trying to pin me down with a half hearted zest? Insults?
No matter what my weight or measurement
No matter to whether I was found wanting
I will accept not less than my asking price and you have no need to pay it.
For alone in solitude I found peace, worth, happiness, courage and determination.
For alone in my sadness I realized the strength and acceptance of not having.
With nobody to blame for my emotions, I found accountability for my conjuring.
Dragging myself through a hell of my very own architecture, I found a reason.
Then there was you. Needlessly challenging a relentless opponent.
Knocking on Heaven’s door, dying to deliver my broken heart to death.
As if to proclaim to having bested the beast that besieged you.
Whether it was ever me will be clearer to you once I am gone.
Meanwhile, I stand in the mirror, reflecting upon what I had done.
Yet I fail to see a reflection because who I am, I did not become alone.
It took a village to raise the demon soul down from above.
Focusing more clearly on what must be my greatest love.