November-December 2023
Believe me when I say I don't know who that was,
But know it was me.
For the rush, for the attention,
for the slight chance,
and for six years to go out in four weeks.
Where my heart was didn't matter when what I did was, and is all you know.
Writing down and handing what had plagued my mind,
the apologies,
the feelings,
and the rightful non response showed me you're mature.
It marked the end, and indirectly,
started what is the now.
Don't forgive me,
because this wasn't supposed to be about him.
YOU ARE READING
Cafe Com Sangue
Thơ cafeeling and thinking my experiences, through poetry and short writings.
