My Last Poem

 
I have been bruised with false cries

I have waited around knowing that promises made would never come true

I poured my soul onto paper because at times it was my only friend that would listen and not condemn

Why? This is the question I often asked myself
Why does love come so easy to the opiated masses?

Why them and not me?
     so I wrote
       and wrote
         and wrote

Now I know why....

My broken soul that once spit words of want onto processed pulp
is at rest, and has found purpose
     You
My Muse
The One

Having learned more about you through your honesty in words, is more than I have learned in a lifetime of lies
and now my path is so much more clear as the world suddenly seems full of possibilities

So I say to you My Love
I have laid down my pen
Because of you

I have written my last poem, and for this I will always be grateful
  to you