I will never understand how and why, after all this time, you still live inside. To you, I am nothing but a hollow body of bones where you poured a smidgen of your being into. Yet, it appears I am forever taken by you. You live through me and I by you. I am as every bit inclined, endeared and in never-ending adornment of your shadow. Pity. You bring me nothing but bitter longing and painful happiness. You’re so beautiful that it hurts. You’re so happy that it saddens my life. You’re so open and so oblivious to me all at the same time. You’re the standard of my life’s content - unattainable and immeasurable. Wherefore, my foolish crusade I shall concede.
To the one I never had, the fight I never fought, the love never realized, the turned ear to whom I sing my songs, the bearer of my sins, the spirit in my flesh:
Hie thee hence, my biggest regret. You were my first and this shall be the last: I only long to hear one day that you have lived and loved your life as I have many times once.
From this point onward, I promise that I shall with mine - apart from you.