You Don't See Me

I was in your bed, and I was invisible. I was holding your hand, but you didn't feel a thing. I knew that we would have one night before the end of us, but I didn't expect it to be this way. You kissed my mouth and touched my face with your right hand as you were using the left to hold open the door because you forgot your key. You told me that I'd be OK, but I believe that it is absolutely pathetic that I'm the one who has to be informed of my own condition. Of course I'll be OK in time, but will you? And why? Why do I have to be the one that might not be OK? Why do I have to live with lies in my head, rolling off of my tongue? These words, they don't even make sense, but neither does this incredible, ridiculous love that probably never even existed. Nonetheless, you have stolen my heart and watched it evaporate into nothing. Now I'm choking back tears that I can't let come because I've run out of shoulders to cry on.

I hope you have a good life without me, I hope you have the greatest life. I hope you fall in love so hard that you can't see, and I hope that the love is requited. Depsite how much you've hurt me, I want the best for you. I know that I've hurt you too, and for a small amount of time, you held onto that sadness and loved me regardless. You deserve someone so much better. You deserve someone with patiene and acceptance who will love you despite all of your flaws. You deserve someone who will never hurt you, cheat on you, lie to you. You deserve the world, baby, and I'm sorry that I couldn't give it to you. Have a good life, have the greatest life, don't forget me, please... I love you.