just another bleeding heart poem

its a bit of a waa one, you guys, lol.

i would’ve made your dreams,
my dreams until i was dead
some days i’m outraged at myself, at you 
that i couldn’t make you love me anymore
true love isn’t supposed to end

i withered, starved for affection
intrinsically, i knew my worth—
the lagoon told me in the afternoon
the fir-lined path in the early morning—
yet these truths didn’t penetrate 

i had to go; grieve
i ache now for what could’ve been
like i ache for the island: camas, lung lichen
if only we could’ve kept loving each other
i could’ve kept all that, and you too

why did you make me move there
only to push me away?
did i grow too complacent?
should i have fought harder for you?
these questions belong in a world with no end

the “fir-lined path.” ok, not really, but i needed a bit of spring with this sad poem.