Revisiting my thoughts: Poem from within [Vol 4]

Foolish

You were always the type

To forget about my problems you promised to help fix.

I decided to release you in order to fix yourself first.

And yet, you called me selfish.

What a world, indeed.

Before,

I was always the type

To get lost in roundabouts.

Hoping for the shape to change.

I failed in learning

And always ended up crashing.

He was always the type

To put a smile on in public,

But removed his eyes in the dark

To let all of his emotions escape him.

Before,

I was always the type

Wanting to hold on

Because Mistakes and I were once best friends.

Misery, its cousin, included too.

And maybe I could have saved us both from them

At the same time.

What was it that kept me

From truly letting you go?

I am sure now I know.

What is it that keeps you

From letting yourself grow?

That, I wish I could one day know.