And the wave of poetry continues..

What would happen if my mind spoke free?
Would you stand up and walk away from me,
or accept my harsh honesty?

What would happen if I just let you go,
and let your violent sobs pain you so?
Would you deny this reality,
or accept my terrifying formality?

As much as this leaves wounds of pain,
and as much as they sting from cried rain;
I have to move on from this, from us.
I have to indulge in this blissful dusk.

Through the night of the uncertain fear,
I will dream of the coming years,
where denial and lust are gone, my dear.

So farewell, my lover and my friend.
To this my written letter, I must send.