Love's To Blame Poem by Joshua Nzali

Hello There,
Can't deny that Us was one of the best things, that ever happened to me,
And you being the peak of it all,
Hate it that there is still lots of pieces of you, in my heart still,
Hate it that I tried turning me against you but I haven't managed,
Hate it that my heart still races when you text,
Hate it that I still recognize your scent, whenever someone comes close with one alike yours, just end up smiling to myself,
Hate it that there just a single photo of you left with me in my drive,
Hate it that I still keep the gifts you gave, as my sacred treasures,
Hate it that I can't clean out to the last memory of you i'm left with,
Hate it that I haven't tried enough bringing back what we lost,
Hate it that I can't hold back myself from thinking of you still,
But most of all,
Hate it that I can't tell you all this directly, But what am I to do with all this hatred,
Infact I'm even still not certain if my hatred is towards myself, but certainly not against you,
Somedays I'ld climb up to my bed, Hopin' that I'ld wake up tomorrow, to meet the flower vase we broke to pieces, ment to whole once again,
I gotta confess that I sometimes climb up to my bed,
With folded arms and bent knees, asking for a sign from the Heavens above,
But then in my mind comes what Christ said,
That 'There shall be no sign that will be given to this generation,
other than that of the prophet Jonas',
No wonder the Heavens let my prayers go unanswered,
With all this said I don't regret any bits of me, Cause it'ld still be me no matter what came around, I haven't given you the eternity I promised, But atleast could make wishes to the shooting stars, Hopin' that when they shoot to reach eternity, They'ld someday carry you in the journey along with em'
I keep embracing every bit of our journey,
But also kept your roomspace clean and empty,
Perhaps still hope waking up oneday to see fate bringing you up to my doorstep once more,
But I guess I'm just having too much illusions so lately,
Maybe it's something I ate, Maybe! !
Comin' to the end of writing to you,
Poured it all out, speaking my mind and heart
And here I stand not empty-handed, atleast got who to blame for it all...
LOVE'S TO BLAME.