I hope you feel
guilty.
Guilty, for every bad thing that happens to me.
I hope you ache.
I hope you hurt.
I've been a complete mess since you left.
Everything that possibly could go wrong.
Has gone wrong.
The day we fall apart.
Something in me was wrecked.
Demolished.
No mercy shown.
Life completely went south.
I hope you feel guilty.
I hope you feel responsible for everything that has gone wrong.
Because it started with you leaving.
When you left.
The world stopped making sense.
You're the one to blame.
YOU ARE READING
February Ashes
Poetry❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
