And then I met you and I knew I had missed that bad reputation
she's deep, she's
mystical, and she believes
in kindness and
oneness and romance
She's a warrior,
and a lover.
She believes in
road trips to the moon
and dancing with
She's fearless and
brave. She lives in
the poem, and
Jon York 2019
Still wondering why you were wrong when you felt so right
If it were real, it'd never be over
I hoped that your soul was also vintage..and I still do
I'm sorry, but I have to leave you.
There's gonna be a day when we gonna drift away from each other either way.
There's gonna be a day when I have to move on.
There's gonna be a day when it's gonna be too late for you to confess your true feelings.
There's gonna be a day when you will become another distant memory like my buried past.
There's gonna be that day when you didn't realize what you had, until it was gone.
I'm sorry for lying to you, deceiving you, telling you I moved on and got over you when all I really did was bury my feelings for you deep inside.
I love you.
So much, not the point it hurts like it used to.
To the point I have to let you go.
I want you to be happy.
But at the same time, I need you, and I don't know why.
Overthinking to the point melancholy becomes you.
Living in sorrow and burying everything you feel deep inside.
Tears roll down from my eyes.
I'm sorry for loving you.
I'm sorry for lying to you.
I'm sorry for feeling guilty.
And I'm sorry for always being the apologetic one.
To my best friend ...