Oct 2018
At the age of nineteen I fell in love
with a girl that I thought was just like me.
But she was better, not bitter or broke.
And so my mind whispered that she was of
a lesser kind, a twisted evil folk.
And there was nothing but red in this sea;
I sought her soul, and she sadly obliged.
And I told myself it was her not I-
Her that fell in love,her who wept for me.
But I knew I lied,told a toxic joke.
With a dun sigh, she'd wilt and die.
To bloom again, another day and time.
I pray she lost my name and toxic love.
But still I'm sorry, my dear friend Jodie
with a girl that I thought was just like me.
But she was better, not bitter or broke.
And so my mind whispered that she was of
a lesser kind, a twisted evil folk.
And there was nothing but red in this sea;
I sought her soul, and she sadly obliged.
And I told myself it was her not I-
Her that fell in love,her who wept for me.
But I knew I lied,told a toxic joke.
With a dun sigh, she'd wilt and die.
To bloom again, another day and time.
I pray she lost my name and toxic love.
But still I'm sorry, my dear friend Jodie
I was a stupid ******* at the time this mediocre poem takes place, and treated this friend, and many others, like **** centered around my own wants and desires. I'd love to wave it away and excuse it with my own mental illness, but that does not change what a terrible friend I was to so many people. It will always haunt me.
