dear...
frien-
i don't know if i could call you that.
a friend.
we've had our disputes.
you and i stood face to face,
eye to eye,
and i could do nothing but hate everything about you.
i'm sorry.
i'm sorry that you've had to live this life of mine.
your body held a paper soul,
it burned over even the lightest flame...
please,
do not think that that makes you weak.
i'm sorry,
that you stand in a constant state of hesitance.
not all people are cruel, you know...
but you don't,
because the world has taught you otherwise.
i'm sorry,
because once...
once upon a sometime,
you could see only the best.
when all those who were close to you left,
so did your purpose.
the fire in your eyes sputtered out,
extinguished by the person you loved.
do not let others define you,
for that will be your downfall.
you are so much more.
i'm sorry,
because i shaped you into the person you became,
because i gave up on you so fast.
i was so eager to try to leave you behind.
i never should have tried.
i've been trying to be more personal with my poetry lately, it's giving me a sense of catharsis to be honest, its nice to not just scratch the surface.
