Pathetic

Is it pathetic that I only want you here always?

Is it pathetic that I won’t call you until then?

Is it pathetic that no matter the time or day, the smell of you still lingers on my tongue?

Is it foolish of me to hope tomorrow never comes?

The truth makes me weary.

The very thought of you leaving makes my heart feel low.

A dose of my own medicine would surely be a lethal one

Because the feeling I feel is the feeling you’ve felt continuously as the door collapsed behind me

I am sorry.

My actions betray my words

I beseech you, Don’t let me die.

Without you here my spine supports me none, and for that I lay here helpless.

I have witnessed many smiles turn into gloom.

Many are of my own doing.

Is it pathetic that I only acknowledge that in my mind?

Or is it even more pathetic that I don’t acknowledge it at all...

I use to watch the flowers bloom in the spring.

Just to wake up and realize that it is winter, and all things have died.

Many see it as denial, I see it as hope.

The constant desire for life

And all things lively.

Riddle me not, I am no fool.

I know that if you wander this time…better will find you.

I am okay with that reality…..

As long as that better, is a better me.

Is it pathetic that I am selfish for one I do not love?

Or is it you who is pathetic for loving someone who is simply incapable of receiving that love?

Which one of us is truly the fool?

            Are you the fool for loving me?

Or am I the fool, for not loving you...

Maybe it is that we are both just

Pathetic.