Revisiting my thoughts: Poem from within [Vol 4] *RE-EDITS IN PROGRESS*

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 call me selfish....

What a world, indeed.

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.

I was always the type

Wanting to hold on

Because Mistakes and I were best friends too,

And maybe I could have saved us both from it

At the same time.

What is it that keeps me

From truly letting you go?

I don't even know.

What is it that keeps you

From letting you grow?

I wish I could know.