It's alright,
it's okay,
I understand;
it's not your fault;
it's mine in the end.
I bled out in front of you
Showed you the war in my mind.
You broke down my walls until I was naked and on display.
Oh, only if I knew it would end this way.
When you asked me about my secrets,
did you know you would give them away?
Did I cross your mind when they left your lips that day?
It's alright,
it's okay,
I understand;
it's not your fault;
it's mine in the end.
I introduced you to my demons and let you see my scars and open wounds.
You asked me how I got them and why I find it hard to trust.
I wrote you a poem and gave you a hundred reasons why.
Oh, only if I knew then that you would use it as a guide.
It's alright,
it's okay,
I understand,
it was it her trust or mine
I just wish you would have told me about the game that you played.
I wouldn't have put myself on display.
It's alright,
it's okay
I should have known better;
I should have walked away.
I chose to stay and put myself on display.
So,
It's alright,
it's okay,
I understand,
it's not your fault;
It's mine in the end.
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Echoes of the Lost
PoetryIn a world that often feels overwhelming and uncertain, poetry has been my refuge, my way of making sense of the chaos around me. This collection is born from a place of introspection and longing, a testament to the raw emotions and profound questio...
