not just yet.
i still carry so many regrets,
so many things i have yet to confess.
my chest is still filled with buried apologies,
ones i meant to press
at the palm of your hands,
and into the hollows of your heart.
i meant to patch up whatever i broke,
tore apart and ultimately destroyed,
but in the end,
there was nothing i could do
to end the pain,
yours and mine.
since then i have not mustered the strength
to stand again,
when i had already fallen to my knees.
you once tried to reach me,
but i was irreparable,
i could not be saved.
i tried to let go of all the love
you once had for me
i've created ghosts from our memories.
you once tried to heal me from my sufferings,
but i only inflicted more wounds,
even on you.
i could not find a way to love you,
without wrecking everything.
in case you're wondering,
i don't expect you to forgive me
i don't expect you to love me again.
don't go just yet.
i cling on to so many regrets still.
i am sorry, i am sorry,
i am sorry.
poem for a friend