I love you, and that's that

A long battled but failed journey,  

Can’t be buried down without  

Being swept away by a flood  

Of tears,  

A flood of tears, sweaty nightmares  

And the constant stinging of bloody scars  

Every few seconds.  

That was the day, not that I gave up  

But that I opened my eyes-- 

My heart was not only real,  

It was also beating like the day  

That my tiny body was born,  

The fresh breath coming out  

From my mouth  

Came out like fog, clouding the glasses 

That were stopping the sobbing  

Dripping from my long eyelashes  

And taking a rest on my rosy cheeks.  

Gave up on loving you, I did not, 

I could never, because I would fail again  

But did gave up on you-- 

I let go of you as a friend, as a man  

As the potential inspiration that  

Used to keep me up at night  

Writing on what were blank papers  

Turned into fairytales-- 

Well, childish as it may have been,  

It’s one of many ways to describe  

What love is  

And what it feels like.  

My whole being gave up not on you,  

But the person that you used to be  

And the person you’ve become--  

Yet both your past and present  

Form the being that you are now--- 

You are still a person;  

A person that I admire  

A person that I still dream of  

Even when I wake up panting  

And crying  

Embracing my pillow ever so tightly  

Like trying to squeeze its life force out.  

Though you don’t like the person I am  

Don’t love the woman that’s up front  

And the girl that hides inside on a corner,  

You respected me as a person  

Dare I say that even loved her. 

I’m letting you go once again, but  

Do remember that you’re still a person  

That I gave up everything for--  

So,  

I love you, and that’s that.