In the wake of my mistakes, if hatred fills your heart,
Or should you choose to cast aside the fragments of our past,
I understand, for my flaws have pierced you like a dart,
And I should have been the shield, the one to make it last.
Though my efforts may have faltered, I gave my utmost care,
In my journey to change, to mend what once was broken,
Yet, it seems my changes failed to grasp your wary stare,
And for that, I'm sorry—my remorse remains unspoken.
YOU ARE READING
Alexithymia
PoetryAn emotional blindness. A compilation of unsent letters and poems about how I feel. Mostly about yuuz.
