And that was when I knew—
It was over.
It's silly of me to have that crunching feeling in my chest.
It was only inevitable to happen, in the end.
Even if we tried, what would we go back to?
Ashes of broken promises lay on the beds of weeds filled with lies,
the ruins of our home stay rooted on a soil
too poisonous,
there is no longer grass.
You say we could still try?
No one would ever return to such a place.
so, I'm on my knees as I ask you;
How many times does it take for you to give up on me?
Suddenly, the ground started to open.
I panicked.
Desperately, I picked the biggest weed before you could be swallowed whole.
The moment light fled your eyes,
I've never been so terrified.
The love.
The trust.
Gone.
You couldn't look at me.
You couldn't recognise me.
You didn't know me.
I want to say that I regret it.
I want to say that
I don't miss the way you smile
how you laughed
how I could look into your
eyes
and drowning no longer
seemed such a bad idea—
But that would be too much heartache for us.
That's who I did it for.
Take care,
stay safe
May you never see a weed
Ever again.
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My Sins
PuisiA collection of poems I wrote, about my experiences and hardships. Hope you like it 👍 (Updating once a week x) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > (PS, it can be quite negative so, if you don't like that kind of thing, I wouldn't suggest reading it: Eg. Drowning)...
