What else do I say except i'm sorry. I'll apologize for being hurt and for hurting you. The pain in my heart and mind, the thoughts are like a harsh light made to blind. I hurt you. This is karma I suppose. I've been told to leave again and I should but how could I know. What experiences could prepare me for this awakening. How many dreams have I had to age me just for my hesitation in actions to be taking. Who am I to say this feeling is worse than yours? I feel every shell to cut my feet, all the sand in the wounds, on these shores. Such a rocky edge with high hopes for floating. It is just a sharp edge but its mind never stops going. The dreams this ledge has is like a mermaid for legs. But unlike that mermaid, it's trapped, no wish for this ledge. I would tell you my thoughts but I feel guilty for feeling. I can't describe it but sometimes I feel like I am back where I was despite my healing. I feel as though i'm a scar that will never go away. It's healed but still prominent, still bright as the sun in day. How could I adore you and hate you together? How could my feelings be so easy to change like a wind-blown feather. Who am I to disregard this forever feeling. I let you go just to open wounds and stop them from healing. My feelings are conflicted like a desert dried with thirst. Dear him, I feel so upset, but I know my apology comes first.
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Pitiful
Poetry"Never trust a scream, it lies with its fear, it's scared of the truth, it's scared for you to hear." A collection of poems made about me and to be read by you. Please enjoy. ⚠️Content warning⚠️: May contain triggering content.
