Sweetheart He Will Never

Sweetheart he will never love you
But you will carve sonnets in his name upon your wrist
Hoping one day they will bleed the truth
Sweetheart he will never love you
And you must not forget the fragments in your chest
 from bullets fired from the gun you’ve trusted him to hold before
In flashes of moments Protection quickly became survival
Sweetheart he will never want you
His hands crush hope and his lips seep lies
And you have long learned that drinking his poison has never tasted sweet
Sweetheart he will never heal wounds that he can’t admit he created
His sorry has always sat in the roof of his mouth, souring until he was forced to spit it out
Sweetheart you can’t save a soul that doesn’t understand it’s lost
You can’t lead him home when his spirit has nowhere to go
Sweetheart you can’t keep choking on the pain pretending that it’s joy
 spitting seeds of regret    
And saving them as souvenirs
Sweetheart  his happiness is not your job
Though you’ve broken your back and grasped him so tightly that fingers have long turned to bone
This is your time to rest
Let him go because he doesn’t know how to stay.
You can’t teach him what he isn’t willing to learn.
Men like him are lessons… chapters… not entire stories.
And the story of you and him… as you see has come to an ending.
Inside you are adventures to which you must travel without him.
Sweetheart, that is where your power lives…
In the coming and going, the ups and the downs, the waves crashing and receding… and the beauty in goodbyes.