Your Empty Love

Your Empty Love…


Now I see how you really are. I can see it clearly now. You never really cared, and now
I’m sure that you probably never loved me either. I don’t want your sympathy for my pathetic soul, all I wanted was your trust, but I guess that was just too much to ask of you. I kept you safe and warm and told you everything would be okay, and it was. But did you ever think about me when it was time to choose between life and love? No, otherwise you’d be in my arms right now instead of asking me why our love faded. And maybe if you paid attention to me you would be able to see how much I hurt from hearing you say that you love me, and know that you never meant it the way I did from the start. How come you always came to me when you had a feeling of loneliness? How come you were never there as I repeatedly took my last breath? When I was rescued, and lying in a hospital bed, you were never there. But that’s okay, because I never asked for you anyway. You weren’t there when my heart stopped beating and when my life was taken away. Nor were you there when I was unwillingly brought back to this world of pain. I came back for you, it was always for you, but I guess you never cared. Everything I did, everything I ever knew, everything I ever was, it was all for you, but not anymore. Now I see you don’t care about me, now I see that you never loved me. Just remember that I always loved you, and I always will, and that when I finally do go, I’ll die with a smile on my face because the last image I will ever see is an image of you.