u/devvrutt

As summers dawned, the writing lined the wall

The final walk around, yet pining stood tall

The paths that witnessed vulnerabilities laid bare

Now glimpse their end, no moisture lingering there

For the ethereal beauty, an enigmatic muse

Could never belong within my routine blues

Magnanimous, yet untouched by this pile of rubble

And perhaps it is kinder to spare her the trouble

1:53 on the 7th, and I let go of it all

The awe of her drive, her grace through every fall

The scrunched brows accompanying her loud laughter

Her towering presence, a jest we chased after

The anti-curse blessing that came from the heartland

The ideal child and daughter, though she’d never understand

God gives his bravest soldiers the cruelest battles

And I saw the saying breathe, while she stood unrattled

Her post-nap visage, the softly swollen eyes

The pearly pale skin and the hair fallen awry

The betrayal of my principles continues to sting

Yet I drown in thought as my fractured will caves in

The fault is not hers; her principles stand tall

As admiration deepens, it heralds my fall

The beauty herself would never betray her will

While I pine away, enamored by fleeting thrills

The disgust of self stretches ever so strong

This longing feels despicable, persistently wrong

Thus I let it fade and rise from the rubble

The beauty is freed; she is spared from the trouble

My irrational jealousy, boundless and wild

Of the men around her while she effortlessly smiled

The envy is foolish; numbers are never the enemy

Ever duty-bound, she fulfills the needs of many

Though the conclusion grates harshly against my skin

It is not her burden to suffer what festers within

The irrational one shall bear the weight of the rubble

While the beauty walks free, untouched by the trouble

Her choice respected, her freedom preserved

And perhaps in peace, my thoughts shall no longer be observed

I finally let go while adding lines to this ode

The nail in the coffin struck; others may walk that road

I wish her the highest success life can bestow

Though I shall not witness the places she'll go

The final promise I make as 1:53 draws near

She shall not be troubled as I quietly disappear

Replacements will come; there are always many

Wrong man, wrong time, wrong place , almost tragically funny

The weakness of principle was never hers to carry

The weak will and fractured discipline are mine alone to marry

This final goodbye shall never be heard, nor should it be

Yet even in absence, I shall root for all she may achieve

And when I vanish beyond memory’s dimmed shore

I shall still wish her every good, forevermore

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Devvrut

Ps: Nice to see this sub flourishing used to be a mod here