I'm sorry.
"What?"
I'm sorry I left you,
Not because of me,
Not because of you.
Because I was selfish,
And I didn't listen.
I'm sorry I felt pressured,
Not because of me,
Not because of you.
Because of my friends,
And I chose them over you.
"No, no it's—"
I broke what was already broken!
I let you stumble down a path,
That we tried to climb together.
And we could've gone up together.
Then I made a turn,
And I didn't help you there.
You fell down and broke your bones.
All because of me.
"It's—"
Now I made us both shattered.
With the other parts that can't be found,
I made you this way,
I made myself this way.
This is where I brought you and I.
"I—"
I'm sorry.
I miss you.
I love you.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
I'm sorry.
"What?"
I'm sorry I left you,
Not because of me,
Not because of you.
Because I was selfish,
And I didn't listen.
I'm sorry I felt pressured,
Not because of me,
Not because of you.
Because of my friends,
And I chose them over you.
"No, no it's—"
I broke what was already broken!
I let you stumble down a path,
That we tried to climb together.
And we could've gone up together.
Then I made a turn,
And I didn't help you there.
You fell down and broke your bones.
All because of me.
"It's—"
Now I made us both shattered.
With the other parts that can't be found,
I made you this way,
I made myself this way.
This is where I brought you and I.
"I—"
I'm sorry.
I miss you.
I love you.
This is a scenario I created in my head,
If I could ever meet him again.
He won't come across this poem,
He doesn't even know this site, sadly.
