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Jan 2015
I didn't know. I swear I didn't
I thought you hated me. I thought you left.
I wouldn't have gone. I wouldn't have lied.
I didn't know. I swear I didn't

The guilt.
It festers and eats.
Tears everything away to reveal ****** and narrow bone
A lion stalking

I'm sorry. I'm so ****** sorry.

The hurt.
It sits. It is a bruise being constantly
pressed upon. The ache never leaves
Never surrenders. A cage.

It's painful. It's so ****** painful

The regret.
I lies low in my lungs like water.
It's drowning me. I can't breathe.
So dark and watery.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe ******!

And all I can see through the tears is you.
Just you.
Walking away
from me.

I'm sorry.


So.
******.
Sorry.
Written by
In A Roundabout Way  The Shire
(The Shire)   
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