Wreck

I lived the best moments of my life with you. I forgive you and I can’t help but to admit I am still in love with you. Even though I know with all my conviction that you were the reason why I couldn’t breathe.

You were the oxygen dropping from above, and I wildly grasped at you to help me survive the trauma of a violent death. I died in those years, and you watched me be reborn. Into something new. But you were, and will always be, still in that wreckage i left behind. Something unspoken. Something abandoned. Something unloved. And you would wait forever for that plane to fly you home if it could. It’s a tragedy you can’t escape. It’s a weight on your shoulder. But I loved you while you still lived. And one day, you drunk away and lost your grip of me, And i ran out the door. Like a stray dog believing in its infinite freedom. Only to be met with forces much larger than you or I. Your beatings protected me, but only when you told me that you loved me. I always wonder why you treated that word as a white lie. Something that i could never forget, Was that you’d always tell white lies. To protect me from the bad things. But now I’m weak without you. And I have grown meek, Pale in the shadow of what we saw, The most beautiful summers, Of just you and I.