I'm not bothered

I'm not bothered


It's not the fact that you left when I needed you most.
It's not that you showed preference to something over me.
It doesn't bother me that, to you, I am nothing more than thin air.
To you I am just another annoying but persistent dandelion,
That needs to be plucked out; a weed in your pretty garden.

What really gets me, is knowing what could have been
If you had only allowed that thin air to gently blow back your hair.
If you had left the dandelion there just a little longer;
Given it time to show its potential. It would have bloomed
And splashed your garden with rays of sun.

Instead you threw it out with the rest…and now hear I lie…
Alive…but dead
Present…but ignored
Warm in my blankets…but cold
As the final moments approach.
Still…I’m not bothered that you can’t hold my hand
While I wait for it to end…because I know
That whatever waits for me on the other side
Is a better reality than I lived…
Another life hopefully with other memories?
Memories that are less painful…
Memories that won’t make me insane…
Insane enough to do what I have done to myself.

You and me…we could have been…
What could have been…but will never be…
What should have been…but couldn’t be…
You and me…just you and me………