leaving you

It's so hard to leave you,

Knowing I might easily be leaving you for good.

It's so hard (for me to) leave you,

Knowing (well and truly), I might be leaving you for good.

The way I love you,

And how much I care,

Rips me open,

And leaves me bleeding,

For it feels like blood is seeping through my ribs,

On to my stomach,

And there aren't even tears on my face.

It's so bloody hard to leave you,

For love isn't enough for fate,

And neither is all the time in the world,

For a man must be lucky, too,

For luck is just the distant cousin of fate,

And the brother of destiny..

It's so damn hard to leave you,

For love is never equal or even,

It is always a competition,

A competition at which,

The most loving thing is to lose,

I'm struggling with the idea of losing you,

For I might be losing you, for good.

(*don't recite outloud beyond this point, for the poem comes to a natural conclusion in cadence*)

It's so fucking hard for me to leave you,

Grand ma,

I love you so much,

And I'll kill for you if that's what it takes,

Because it's so fucking hard for me to leave you,

Knowing well and truly I might be leaving you for good.