I imagine you
with your head
lying on your
pillow, waiting
for a sleep
that won't come.
I imagine how
sad you are
and it makes
me sad
to know
that's it's
all my fault.
I didn't do it
to upset you.
I didn't do it
to make you sad.
I didn't do it
out of distrust
or because
I was
doubting you.
I did it
simply because
I wasn't sure
of everything
that was happening
myself.
I wasn't sure
if I was
overreacting
or if I was
under reacting
or if I
should have even
reacted at all.
I told you
that one I
had it all
figured out,
that I would,d
tell you
what was wrong.
But I just
don't know
anymore.
I don't think
I will ever
have it
"figured out".
