Dear Lover

Dear Lover

I do not know when you saw me and made me your own, or when you built up a home with me-a solitary room, or when you started to buy carpets to decorate its floors.

You accepted me as myself and stayed even when everyone left; Even when they became capable of hating me, you loved me. So how can I ask myself to leave you now? How can I ask you to leave?

The concept of us, me and you, started off slowly: sitting in the corners, dark rooms, finding solace in hidden places; But now it engulfs me, inflicting burns when I try to let go of you.

Because you have become my lover.

I ask is it okay to stay with someone when all they are doing is leading you to isolation and I hear a single reply, "Yes". The one escaping your lips, because you haven't let anyone else stay.

I call you mine and you call me yours, an unruly possession, but one that I can't let go of.

How do you let go of a toxic lover when all they do is love you?

My lover, you have started peeling others, throwing pieces at me. And because it is you, I believe it. Because you have never lied to me, have you?

You are pushing me away, you are pushing me to the end; but if you are the only one who is going to stay, then the others are only playing pretend.

I could ask you to leave, but then who else is standing here?

No one has ever challenged you, wanted to fight you, wanted to fight for me. So my question is one of those which you don't ever respond to.

And now, I can't hear answers anymore because Dear Loneliness, we are finally alone.