The End

Rating: 1.7

This is it, girl-
the end.
Of all you ever hoped to have with me,
Of all I ever thought I’d have with you,
Of all that there would be to have.
Give up, stop trying, because-
maybe because I’m afraid of what might happen,
If I decide to try again,
Maybe I worry about what people will say, or think,
Maybe I want to fall in love with another, prettier girl, or richer, or whatever.
But I don’t want to love you, so this is it, girl-
the end.
The last page,
The last thought,
The last breath.
I really hope that I never have to hear from you again.
You’re too young for me.
You’re too-
everything.
Everything at all, that’s what. You are the end. I don’t want my youthful days
Of fantasy on whim, of immaturity without care, of all things male and fun
to end.
But they will,
if I find myself following my heart to you. My heart
is a fool’s whim,
turning and twisting,
losing itself in your wonderful- no, fearful- gaze.
My heart wants you, never wants this
to end.
My mind, my logic, my will, wants
the end.
It is a fight, one which I fear will never
end.

(dedicated to B.B.)

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