even if you end up giving up,

you will remain alive in the pages,

forever dancing in the lines of my poems.

know that even though we are distant,

i keep you close in my heart.

i will move on with life,

but i will never forget you,

of that i am sure,

so, wherever you end up going,

you will always be close,

because my poems are kept inside me,

like the silent words i never told.

i miss you...

it can be scary living close to death.

 i understand your struggles but have you ever tried to understand mine?

to be a victim and the abuser at the same time,

it is but another one of life's ironies,

i wish i could be there,

i wish you'd forgive me,

but now...

it is too late for apologies.

stay safe, person whose name i shall not write,

live long,

or,

die young,

regardless how much time left,

i hope when your time comes,

you have no more regrets.

you will always be. well...

my biggest regret