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Jan 2018
Hello.
I am sorry.
Sorry I left.
Sorry I caused pain.
If I did at all.
Sorry I wasn’t worth it.
Sorry I couldn’t help.
Or be worth anything.

I really don’t know.
I love her.
She says the same.
But, turns and says,
I don’t like you.

It hurts.
A pain so sharp.
That not even a knife tearing into me,
Could surpass the pain.

I shouldn’t care.
I was so careful.
I shut everyone else out.
But, she opened my gates.
And, entered my heart.
Then, she tore it apart, slowly.
I used to be strong.
Now, I am nothing.
Only a weak husk of my former self.

I love her.
I really do.
I honestly don’t know how to feel.
Not now.
Not anymore.
Can I trust her?
Can I care for her?
Without being scolded
For being too clingy
Or annoying.

I want to be with her.
I want to care for her.
I want to help her.
I want to be there for her.
At least
I want to be by her side.
Even as a friend.

However,
I fear that
I may have ended
Any chance of that.

Now
I have no guide.
My compass is broken.
Such is my heart.
Shattered and spread out.
Will it ever be fixed?
I don’t know.
I wish I did.
But,
I don’t.

I hope
It can be fixed.
One day.
By one person.
This is possibly my darkest poem yet.
Dominic Thompson
Written by
Dominic Thompson  19/M/Fort Bragg, NC
(19/M/Fort Bragg, NC)   
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