I gave you my heart,
my mind,
my soul.
I thought you had given me yours.
How very wrong I was.
I saw us,
our fates tangled together.
It was tiring to fix.
Although I never struggled
to break free.
I found some form of peace
in your chaotic mind.
I think your parents liked me,
they said I was a good influence.
I wonder if that's all ever I was.
I thought I could save you.
From what, I did not know.
But what I do know is that I tried
to fix the broken pieces.
But it fell apart too quickly, too silently.
I miss those nights
where we would sit and talk.
It didn't matter what we talked about.
Just that we were happy.
And I was, in those moments.
It is not the painful memories
that make this hard to remember.
But the peaceful ones.
The times we were happy,
the times we were friends.
Was I not enough?
Was I too much?
I have so many questions I would like to ask.
If we had time to talk again.
If we had time to be happy with just each other.
- A letter to a girl who will never read it.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart.
PoetryHere I give you my heart. All of me. The parts I love and the parts I hate. I give you my poems. Which is to say I give you my life, my soul, my story. - About this book.
