"Please Don't Go!"

An arrow plunged through my heart, through time and space.
The anger left me. What good would it do me?
Would it change anything?
Would it make it easier? Better?
Just to be bitter? I'm not. It won't.
"Stop looking back," they tell me.
But I see you there, in my memories. In my mind.
And I feel guilty for leaving you behind
because I swore that I wouldn't.
That I would be there, until the end.
That's what I wanted. To do.
I wanted to be be there, for you.
Don't ever say I wouldn't have.
Even if I shouldn't have...
I would have. For you.

Don't you dare say I didn't care.
Don't ever tell me how I felt or feel.
Don't tell me how I didn't try. I did!
I loved you since I was a kid.
And that was when the world was cruel to you.
Hurt you so deeply. I know.
But I still saw your glow.
I wish I could have stayed.

You didn't want me to stay
and tried to make me go away.
Pushed me away. Every other day.
To see if I would stay.
To see if I did care.

Did I give up too soon?
Some days I want to know.
If you wanted me to stay or wanted me to go.
How could I have known
if you refused to tell me?

"Please don't go!"
Was all you had to tell me.