Voices are all I hear
As I walk down a crowded hall
The way people make these things up
Are awful disgusting, annoying
It's not my fault that happened
She cheated on me, not the other way
It's not my fault she's gone
It's not my fault she made a mistake
It's not my fault she hurt herself
It's not my fault she fell
"I don't want Iris to hear the rumors"
I tell myself,
I want her to like me for me
And not hide myself
I want her to like being around me
And her choices chosen herself
Not by a false venire
Of people who don't know the whole story
Of people who think they know everything
When they don't understand a thing
The pain of knowing I caused some
Of the pain inside one frail person
That I'm so in denial of causing
So much pain to a person
So much hatred to a person
So much torture to a person
I, being the cause of someone's death
"But it's not my fault" I plead
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Iris and Asher
Poesia~It's so odd how people drift apart Like how people drift away From memories and photographs That always seem to stay and remain the same~ A short story on how opposites could try and attract
