Just like the seasons you became colder with time The boy who used to be filled with warmth was now an icy block of self loathing and I couldn't bare the biting way you looked at me when I said I didn't love you back I made you cold and stole your warmth I'm sorry and if you were to **** me I would not blame you I can only blame myself And if your life were to end by your own hand I would feel soaked in your blood because I was to blame for your death and I'm sorry There are so many words in my head and some just aren't enough
This is old poem #1. Im uploading some poems from... a while back. over a year at least. This one was about something I always held over my own head