Growing takes time,
So does healing.
The scab began to itch
And with it removed
A wound inflicted upon us both
Open wounds bleed.
We slowly walked together in beautiful metronome
Until you felt the blood trickle down and the burn of pain rush through you..
Breaking two promises at once
Both mine to you and mine to myself
So I became a recluse
And alone I sat
And with that this may be
The last entry I'll be able to scratch down
For I might be thrown into a dark place
Which is something deserved, but not for the crime they say, but the one I feel inside.
Breaking the heart of an innocent's love causes so much damage.
After ripping off my own scab, I gave you one too and now both of our hearts have bled.
And I am to blame.
and I cannot take on another-
This isn't meant to be a poem, nor even shared, but maybe it'll reach you one day.
I'm truly sorry for ever hurting you. Trust and believe if I could go back I would, but you'll have a much happier life without me. I'll always think of you.