Last Poem for You

I knew we would end
up as strangers no
matter what I said
or did.

So, I made a choice.
I'd much rather be a
a bitch, and give
myself the full blame,
then tell you the
truth and only tear
open the wounds that
were already scabbing
over.

I won't let my pain
ruin you.

Not again.

But, what I really need to
say is: I am still here for
you. I am. And I'm not
going anywhere.

If you are sad, alone,
suicidal, and needing
of someone to talk to,
find me.

I don't care if we haven't
spoken in three weeks,
six months, or a year
and a half.

I will still desire to soothe
you when you're hurting,
hold you as you cry, or
just simply listen.
Whatever you need.

Don't be afraid to come
talk to me.

And it's okay that you hate
me. All I need to know
is that you have
someone to
blame

that isn't yourself.