i am unbridled.
and yet my heart hurts for you.
i pray (in the sense of the word)
for your recovery
from the terrors which plague you.
you will not accept what i try so
hard hard hard
to give you.
but i understand,
(even though you think i don't)
that you must move on
from me
and
from these memories.
but i love you always,
forever faithful to the times of
sunshine and lilypads
and the warm feelings of joy that
used to rush through my aching heart.
i miss you,
but you will learn not to miss me.
(and i wish more than anything that you wouldn't)

but change happens.
it's gonna happen,
it's a revolution.