Kill the Romantic
You felt that you had killed me mercifully, slowly and purposefully...but I felt that sudden shock, a biting chill as the life I knew was no more. I look at your image, and I wonder what it is I'm really doing here. Your face is lovely, of course, to me you are oh so lovely... but I knew we were not forever. "We" are not forever... "we" are not even a day. You go, I go..."we" part. I knew that from the beginning, but I thought I would not have to let you go this way. I thought maybe there was still a "you and I" that could remain in each others' lives. I wanted to see you always. Hold you all ways. Keep you here, in my heart, in my arms. Not merely a being of my dreams, a part of my world...but you are a busy busy man. For a moment, I am very bitter. Tears bursting in a volatile outbreak, I wish to lash out at you. If I were to hit you, maybe you would hit me back. Maybe you would care enough to at least do that... to at least show ...