My demon....
It's a poetry thing, I guess... Just came to my mind a few days ago and I thought I want to share it... well. It hasn't been read over by someone. so if there are some mistakes, they are all mine.. ^^
One look
and everything's back
in all its intensity.
One look,
and I feel everything I tried to leave behind me
for my own sake.
One thing
that reminds me of you,
and everything else is back, too.
Every single moment I had with you,
I cherished to have that time with you,
but it still hurts.
Reading your name,
though it's another person's name, too,
let me think about you,
and everything's back,
all my feelings for you,
in all their intensity,
in all their hurtful graciousness.
I miss the time we spent together...
I miss the person
that understood me completely,
sometimes without words.
The loss is too much to bear, sometimes.
And my feelings are still there.
And even though
I don't think about you most of the time,
there are still times I do think about you.
I abide those times...
those hurtful times.
Those times
in which I'm thrown back
right into those feelings I had
and still have for you.
They've become less,
the times in which I'm thrown back.
But it can still occur.
You are my demon.
And I don't know
if this is ever going to change...
I do hope it will change, though.
But you and my feelings for you
will always be a part of me.
Maybe that's the reason I cannot love another the way I loved you.
Maybe I cannot love another because I lost you,
my only love,
to another.
I let you go, because I only want you to be happy.
My own happiness is irrelevant.