The Poet

Tell her that if I could,
I’d hold her,
I’d kiss away her tears,
I’d let her lean onto my chest,
I’d hold her close and listen to her breathe.
Tell her that I’m sorry.
Tell her that no matter what I say or do that I can’t fix whats broken,
and that’s what we are.
We are broken.
Make sure she know’s that it was worth it. That the agonizing love and hatred were worth every second.
Be sure that she knows that I wish for nothing more than to see her smile, and hear her laugh, once more.
Tell her that I loved her.
No, tell her that I love her.


Tell her I said goodbye.