Ending Poem by Angelia McKee

I never meant to hurt, but the hurting was done.
I never meant to feel, yet feeling I am still.
I didn’t want to take, but even now, your soul walks with me.
I didn’t want to give, yet my heart you still hold.
I would die for you. I would live for you. Sell my soul for you.
I’d burn in hell for you alone. Give the very stars to you.
Rip them straight from the skies.
I’d drown in my own pain, to see you happy again.
To make love to you, to hold you in my arms, I’d beg for that day.
Sometimes I think the anger will boil over.
The hate, overwhelm me, and I fear I can hold on no longer.
Oh, sweet misery, calm your storm and let me breathe, for this burden, I’m having trouble carrying, and still not shedding a tear.
Innocence, lost long ago, yet holding onto the hopes of redemption.
My eyes are open now, my vision clear.
I see with perfect clarity.
My heart continues to beat, achingly and painstakingly through this edgy life of mine.
My soul sings the prayers of the dead, to a god who may or may not be.
So I say to you, your point is clear.
My love you want no more of. This you make so obvious.
They say, everything turns out for the best.
Maybe they’re right. Who’s to say?
At last, my dreams mean something, even if you’re not around.