Need you, I don’t.
My essence emanates from the sparkle within,
I depend no more on the borrowed smidgens of joy.
For my soul, not yours, defines me.
Every iota of my identity? Mine.
Want you, I don’t.
For my heart has bled enough,
Let me cease the agony,
Not that I can’t take anymore, but ‘cause I choose not to.
The discretion to hold on or let go? Mine.
Love you, I don’t. Anymore.
For in loving you I somehow loved myself less,
This heart of mine, ever so benign to me, let me favour it now.
It has been a saint for too long, let it sin just this once, let me be selfish just this once.
The heartbeats that define my existence? Mine.
Some fear betrayal, some desolation…
I? I fear being replaceable.
It is a wild hope, an ardent desire,
An irrational need to be the one.
Let me be that imperative segment in the puzzle of your life,
That special book, in the saga of your existence.
Let me be your analogy of love, the tale that precedes every other tale.
Let the memory of my love remain, even if I am forgotten.
The moon and the stars embellish the vault of heaven
But let me be the sun, engulfing you with illumination.
Break me into pieces, but keep the pieces safe
in that untouchable corner of your heart.
For I need nothing more,
For I shall ask for nothing more.
Let us think of each other even in blissful ignorance
Just let me be…
Irreplaceable, in your life.