A poem

You know me, or at least you did.
Do you remember when you saved me? The first time?
It was summer – our first summer.
We were so young,
But still, you saved me.
I was slowly dying,
Eyes glazing, arms crossed with scars,
Wearing long sleeves in the summer.
Then, there was you,
And then, there was us.
And we were us for a while,
Until you left for the first time.
But I knew you would never really leave,
And you came back,
You’ve always come back,
And so have I
Until now.

Now,
I’m waiting, alone
For you to come back.
I’ve almost given up this hope,
But in all sincerity, I can’t.
For some reason my heart won’t let you go.
And neither will my dreams –
Every night is a new way to miss you.
Sometimes I hear you, or see you.
They’re never the same,
Always new, like you’re still here.
Sometimes I go all day thinking that I’ve been with you
The night before, because you were there,
To me – but only me.

I’m sorry for telling you no,
Telling you to stop.
Now all I want is you, back here.
Ironic a little?
I can only remember how much I’ve taken you
For granted.

Thank you for loving me,
Showing me how to love.
Even if you weren’t always true,
I was, will be.
Please be happy now,
If you’re not this was all in vain,
A waste.

I’ll always let you come back.
Love?