Final
Poem 48: The White Flag
I give up, I finally came to an end.
I can't do this anymore, I can't bear the pain.
I've reached my limit, my tears need to stop.
With one final cry, I'm raising the white flag.
It's been like this since you broke me apart.
I tried to reassemble me, it was no use.
I tried to piece my heart back together again.
It failed. Everything fails when it comes to getting over you.
I've been so preoccupied with you, I hardly exist.
All day long I kept on dreaming.
At night, the tears won't stop falling.
My heart remained as it was--in your hands.
My brain couldn't soak up anything else.
You occupied such a big space inside.
Can I still correct myself at this point?
I meant to say you were the only one inside it.
Crying nonstop, heart breaking.
This has got to stop.
Forgive me for being foolish,
but I refuse to give up.
I fought and fought a battle I will surely lose.
I should have know right from the start that I was no match.
You chose to forget, I chose to retain. Can you teach me how to quit you again?
I wasn't naive, just stubborn, and maybe a whole lot stupid,
for thinking you'd come back, just please come back.
It was my only prayer every night.
I've never felt like this before.
I don't know how to cope.
I need to get over you, really get over you,
or else, just please let me die of heartbreak.
My ears hurt from too much love songs.
My eyes hurt from so much crying.
My heart bleeds from being too broken.
Thanks to you, I've turn into a masochist.
I can't study, I can't concentrate.
I feel the need to cry over you again and again.
I miss you too much, I miss us,
even though I've never crossed your mind anymore.
I prayed for your replacement,
and almost laughed at my foolishness.
I realized it was a stupid thing to pray for,
since no one was good enough to replace you.
Let me give up, let me quit.
If you've put me under some kind of spell,
can you please get rid of it?
I just want to be free, free from you.
My heart is very, very weak, it's barely beating.
What more torture are you up to?
The thought of you makes me depressed.
I want to quit, please just let me quit.
I'm tired of all of this, just so ing tired.
Get out of my head, return my heart.
I plead with you, I beg of you,
if I ever give it back to you, please don't ever take it.
I'm writing nonsense and gibberish,
it's hardly a poem, more like an appeal.
I just don't want to cry anymore.
I just don't want the tears to fall.
You left so suddenly. You left me.
I was so lost, I didn't know what to do.
You could at least give me this.
You could at least give me closure.
Can we go back to the days our love was strong,
Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong,
Can somebody tell me how to get things back the way they used to be.
This is my song for you, let me rest.
Just one last think, I'm asking for,
I know you can't give me your heart.
So please grant me this one thing:
let me give you up.
-let's end it here.-
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