Perhaps You

Perhaps you
   Are the one to end it all:
   The days of hopeless longing
   For something that’ll never come.

Perhaps you
   Are the one to start it all:
   The blissful days worth remembering,
   That time you came along.

Perhaps you
   Would be the end of it
   The endless thoughts in my mind
   Thinly veiled by a mask of lines.

Perhaps you
   Would be the start of it
   Of better lines, of better lives,
   Or perhaps the belief on something divine.

Perhaps you
   Are the one to see the one I’ve become
   The flawed one, the scarred one.
   Maybe, you are the one.

On Gratitude

Sometimes I forget
That the sun rises for me too
As it does for the one I loved.

Sometimes I forget
That the universe is made up
Of the same dust as I am.

Sometimes I forget
That people need other’s light
And so do I.

Sometimes I forget
So thank you.

Thank you for reminding me.
Thank I too, am special,
Worth waking up to,
Worth talking to,
Worth spending time with.

Thank you for reminding me.
Thank I too, am human,
Fallible and imperfect,
And I cannot give all
Without a smile back to me at the very least,
A small nod
To know that you know that I exist.

Thank you for reminding me
That I too, am worthy
Of all the beauty I’d wish for everyone
Of the goodness I’d willingly give to anyone.

III

I could have given you all–
All the time you needed,
All the chances you needed,
All the choices you needed.

And I did.

And perhaps in doing so,
You forgot to use your time,
You forgot to use your chances,
You forgot to use your choices.

In doing so,
We forgot that I am only human,
That I can only do as much,
Understand as much,
Hurt as much,
Endure as much.

I would have given you all–
All that you needed,
All that you wanted,
All that’s in between.

And perhaps in doing so,
You forgot what you needed,
You forgot what you wanted,
And I’m left in between.

I should’ve said no–
No, the second time,
No, the third time,
But I didn’t.

But now it is I who’s saying goodbye.
It is i who’s ending it all.
And this time there’s no turning back,
Because this is me.
Perhaps to a fault
Not to come back to you
Not because I don’t love you
But because you don’t love me enough.

Not enough to make you stay.
Not enough to make you believe.
Not enough to make you look past the differences.
Not enough for you.