Mind Mist (an original poem book)

guilty

i'd be forever guilty if you died.

i wish i never had sided with them ever,

and if i knew how fragile you were,

i would've stuck with you this whole time.

you act like me being with them in the past doesn't bother you,

but it bothers me.

i'd be forever guilty if you died.

they've come with their pitchforks and torches,

ready to stab you ten thousand times in the back

and then burn you when you fall.

when the fire started,

all i had known

is that my best friend had said

you hurt her.

you say i'm the only one you can trust

yet i feel a pit inside me knowing i betrayed you before

even though you know,

it still doesn't patch up.

they come with their pitchforks and torches,

i bring my water along,

only for you to say you hope the water spills.

you hope you'll burn.

even if i was the only one spreading your ashes,

i'd still feel guilty

knowing that i was dumb enough to think

that hurting you

was the right thing.