"The Chapters of Love"

"The Chapters of Love" | Ecency

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This will be the last time that my ink shall write
Alongside the last teardrop from my broken soul
This will also be the last time I shall hold on to my pen
Just like how this will be the last time I say I LOVE YOU
This will be the last time I shall use phrases, meter, and rhyme.

For this will be the last poem I shall write
And at the last ink, I shall offer,
Comes with a paper soaked in tears and hurt
Allow me to write to you
Using the tears as my writing medium.

Let me carve the painful words on each page
Words that hurt but meant to set you free.
I am freeing you from the world we created together
In each and every phrase made
that we both brewed meter and rhyme.

In the works where you are the princess and I am the prince
You are the star that lights my dark nights
You are the subject of my sentences.
You're the main character of my works
I'm now unchaining you from the sweet promises we formed.

I'm now unchaining you from the art we built in unity
To the books we both were heroes
to the chapters that seemed forever
In just a snap, our story halted and faltered
The story forged together crumbled.

You chose him in the story where we were the lead
I became trivial in a work we both made
All because of him.
You chose him to be your king
and you were his queen.

It's torturous but it's beyond my control
Although we have synchronized the once "US"
It wasn't enough to result to our Happy Ending
What fight do I have with perfectly fated chapters?
What fight do I have if you love him more?

That even if I fight using my pen
Even if I engrave it in your heart
About the legendary chapter was we were main actors
I will just turn out to be a fool
A fool that fights for something I know from the beginning.

That he has overpowered any form of my being
Even if I use my paper as a buckler from the agony
Caused by the misconception that we are the characters with the happy ever after
It hurts, cause you chose to take the next pages with him
You chose him to be with you for the rest of the story.

You left me, right in the void
Abandoned in the midst of questions
Maybe because we are not meant for each other
Maybe I was a mere supporting character for your story
A story that was meant to for the word "LOVE"

And I, a whisper that was never and could never be heard.
So for the last time,
Allow me to put my pen on my paper
Allow me to engrave the paper with all the pain I have
With the last ink, I can bequeath

With the last tears, my eyes can give
Allow me to write the very last poem that I can write.
Not to say I STILL LOVE YOU,
but to say YOU ARE NOW FREE
You are now unchained from the poem we forged