Isn't That What Always Happens?

For you my darling at our ending:


I will cut my self open and pull out the parts that have you in them,
for they belong to you and always have.
They were once the brightness of my life,
but now they rot,
and threaten to take over the parts of me that you had not touched.
(So few as they are).
I will keep the scars as reminders of what you were in my life.


Please believe me when I say I am not sad.
For I feel joyous at the memories of the moments we had together;
and I have cried my eyes out our ending.
But I move on now to the beauty that is my future
and I look forward to viewing the scars that you leave
with a nostalgia that comes from only the most loving of moments.