With heavy heart, I must confess
that between us I have a few regrets:
One - that we are no longer friends;
Two - that I must bring this chapter to end;
Three - that you appeared at a time when
my mind and heart were not clear,
any love I felt could not be genuine.
But one thing I did learn
that despite the last line,
I did love you,
though not a perfect or pure love,
as you once did to me define.
I loved you as a drug when ill,
or much like an electrical shock
delivered to a heart gone still.
I loved you like a friend and more,
but never loved you truly,
because "truly" for us was not in store.
I love you now as the lesson I learned,
to help me further shape
the image for which I yearn.
I love you for what you helped me become,
but I know we could not love
the love that makes woman and man one.
In content and peace,
I hug you one last time,
and then you I release.
I can now truly move on,
find what God wants
for me, not what
I used to want.
While I cannot take responsibility
for how you've chosen to receive me
or process the memory
of what we were previously,
I can truly say,
"I did lie to you... you DID hurt me,
and for that alone, I AM sorry."
I am not sorry for where I go,
because in your silence
at least I know
that you have chosen to stay true to your word,
even though I have been too weak
to hold back from being heard.
I let go and let God now,
I will open my heart to let love in,
I pray that if you haven't yet,
you also find what you wish.
Please be at peace, you really are free,
I am nothing to you now but a faded memory.