I didn't want to hurt you
a second time.
I should have left you -
that was my crime.
I should have told you
about my worries.
Now all I'm spouting
are my sorries.
I never really wanted
to cross that line.
Now all the guilt
is on this mind of mine.
I never really know
just what to say to you.
Please,
don't ask me to.
{ 2023 }
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Alive
PoetryIt is an ugly beast to have to have to tame. Sometimes the easier thing to do instead of learning to tame the beast, is to learn to understand it and move with it. It's a roller-coaster of pain and anger and confusion, but once in a while, it's Aliv...
