17. My Confession

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In the quiet of dusk,
I gather my words,
each one heavy with shame,
fingers trembling as I reach out,
seeking forgiveness in your eyes,
a heart laid bare before the truth.

Your laughter once filled the air,
but now it feels like a ghost,
haunting me with memories
of moments I've tarnished,
where every glance hides the weight
of the betrayals I cannot erase.

In stolen moments,
I confess my failures,
beneath a sky that feels
like a witness to my regret,
a constellation of choices
that spiralled into darkness.

I breathe in the scent of your sorrow,
the distance that stretches between us,
and in the silence that follows,
I understand the depth of my wounds,
how I shattered the trust
that bound us so tightly.

With you, I once felt whole,
but I let my desires lead me astray,
and as the moon casts its silver glow,
I know I stand at the edge of losing you,
timeless and true,
haunted by the weight of my confession.

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