Book of Poems

12/5

I always thought you were this intangible yet perfect boy so focused on his grades and I never had the chance to think you could be so broken inside and I'm sorry for thinking of you so highly while you didn't even think that of yourself and I'm sorry for getting angry at you for drinking but I understand now that you just wanted to feel better about yourself for a little while and I'm just sorry for having such high expectations for you when you didn't even have them for yourself and I'm sorry for assuming that that noise I heard and that hotness I felt was a burning building when it was really your insides crumbling