From the beginning,
You were my precious.
I desired you like I’d desired no other.
I fought tooth and nail to keep you,
Wanting you all to myself.
My precious, I called you
And I enjoyed myself knowing you were mine.
After a time I started changing,
Changing my character to suit yours.
And all my dreams they vanished.
All I could think about was you and me,
You were my shining jewel, my blindspot.
Years later,
I had turned into someone I would never have recognised.
Losing you hurts like a burning arrow in the chest.
I can’t believe I let you go but I had to.
Else I would have tumbled into the fires of Mordor with you.
The release has come at a cost!
An aching heart,
Lost years that I can’t claim back, just like Frodo Baggins can’t get back his finger.
Goodbye, my precious.
I mourn you but I must move on with my life.
My precious.
Raylitpoems 2010
