You were off.
I knew that.
But you didn't seem to want to talk about it,
So I let you be.
Then you left.
And I should have followed you.
But I was selfish,
And stayed behind.
I knew something was wrong.
Except I chose to be weak.
Maybe I was nervous I couldn't help.
Or maybe I was scared how deep I was in with you.
So instead I watched you walk away.
Alone.
When I should have stayed at your side.
I'm sorry.
Next time I'll follow you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryUm... some poetry. And a warning: I'm new at this, so it may not be any good. Or maybe it will. I don't know.
