An Old Memory Poem by Sergio Warren Roiatti

I killed myself yesterday.
I gave it all away.
I needed to hear it from you,
But instead you pushed me away.

I needed to know if you believed in me.
I needed to know if you could see.
What I had become;
If I was what you wanted me to be.

I sat there for hours,
As you criticised me.
Blamed me for things, even though you did not see,
That I had become who you wanted me to be.

I took myself away, not because of hate,
But because I needed your belief,
So I could feel complete.
And now that I’m gone away from you, I can complete myself
And you’ll be nothing but an old memory.

So I leave this note for you my dear lover,
And ask you not to hate.
For my love wasn’t good enough
To satisfy your taste.
And I leave you with these words, which will forever ring in your ears:
I will always love you my dear…