My first poem

I’ve accepted the fact I’ll never see you again, I won’t know who you choose to invite to your birthday party, or even if you finally get that video game you wanted. The door will always be open a crack, just in case you decide to come back. The end is always a bittersweet feeling, knowing it was for the best but wishing you hadn’t stabbed me in the back. You once said I was the one you wanted to marry, but I never knew you’d leave me with thoughts this scary. I had always told you how you made me comfortable, not knowing things would end this unforgettable. No matter what, I remain to believe you’re sweet to this day, and I’d rather end with no closure than think any other way.