How much can you regret?

crooked Poems

Where do you write something you want someone to read but you don't want them to see? Almost a year ago, I did some pretty messed up things and no, it was not grown up of me and yes, I still feel guilty (at least a part of me does) and no, I still don't think I "needed" to However, to think you have done nothing wrong is an outright lie Is belittling someone a sign of love? Is masking someone's voice a sign of affection? Is closing the doors on things I was not ready to leave behind a sign of your attention? And no, that wasn't the end of it And yes, I'd rather let you read between the lines because even writing this in memory of things that once were, is giving you way too much of my time Nonetheless, I do not hate you as much as I thought I had I just have one question, where do _you_ believe it went wrong? Could it have been the numerous times I warned you that something is bound to go awry? Maybe it was hidden between all the times you were busy tweeting about how awful I was while I begged for forgiveness from a problem I did not create I can only request one final thing, take a moment for yourself to replay the words that we once spoke to each other in your head Analyze the seconds we spent together Remember all the wasted parts of my life spent on trying to earn your approval while you continue to let everyone know just how _awful_ I was to you I dare you, after all of this is done, to come back and accuse _me_ of being "emotionally unavailable" Fortunately for me, however, I've come to terms with things that once kept me sinking and I've found the things that keep me afloat So for now, I bid this chapter of our lives a soft, sincere and sweet goodbye (P.S. You may have once had me wrapped around your fingers, but if I learned anything from you at all, it's that I will always be stronger than what I think I can't handle)