The Repose

I cried for three hundred and seventy-nine days

Because I thought I wanted you to be mine

I crushed my own heart and bled for all the wrong reasons

Because I thought I needed you to call me yours

And for the longest time I’ve longed for you.

I was disposed to being incredulous;

Embraced solitude like a religion

I was a skeptic by practice and

A pessimist by profession.

But I guess I’ve punished myself for too long

For reasons that are more than you

And less than myself.

Yet life should remain as beautiful as has always been said

And as time stealthily brought back my innocence

And the naivety to have faith, to love and be loved

 Serenity finally found me like a sinner waiting

For redemption;

And I was genuinely happy.

I do not love you, not anymore

Not because I didn’t get what I want

Not because I despise you for the things you did

Or the things you failed to do…

I guess love just went the other way

I don’t need your love either

So take back what you’ve given me

Whatever that is…

I now swim in the slumber of freedom.

My heart is finally at peace.

Hoping is pretty much like loving; you should know when to stop.