This is for the first time you opened your mouth after years of silence and all you could say was "Im sorry, please come back"
This is for the first time you saw the wounds on his hand and regretted how you let the roses he sent just to die and rot away
This is for the first time you realised how much he loved you and just because his love remained unwritten or unexplained does not mean he loved you any less
This is for the first time you realised how much you burnt him with your coldness unintentional-yet brutal
This is for the first time you realised how he broke himself to fix parts of you- not a single complain escaping his mouth
You cut him open and made him apologise for having bled this is for the first time you bled and he was not there for help
*this is for the first time you realised he was your last shot at happiness And you threw it away
*this is for the first time you heard him say i love you for the last time
And sixth, is when you admit you may have f***** up a little
Ps: might be my last poem ... for a while. I am out of words, i guess. For once, i dont want to bleed out but hold the sadness in.