𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

we didn’t have nearly enough time together

only days within months and a promise of forever

we never knew the cost to maintain

the promises we exchanged with each other in vain

the funeral began years before you left me

long before I inhaled the flames of our history

I had always hoped the smoke was a lie

that underneath it all, you were actually mine

that somehow, someway we would be able to fly

to soar above the suffering, to reach the sky,

to collect the future we had to gain,

to leave behind our cycles of pain,

but that was never going to be,

for you chose your addiction

and I had to chose me