I have done terrible things.
unforgivable things.
and yet you still find it
in your heart
to forgive me.
I live with guilt
and sorrow
and yet you still find it
in your heart
to stay with me.
it seems as though
no matter what I do
or how I act
you will be my friend.
although this is kind
it intimidates me.
what are your boundaries?
where are your limits?
what things have you done
to where you can sympathize
with me?
what
are
you
hiding?
YOU ARE READING
poetry
PoetryI'm a new writer and I put a bunch of my poems into one story. they do not connect to each other.
