This will never be on paper, but I still feel it necessary to express my thoughts.
I never said how sorry I was –
I never admitted my wrongdoings.
I did not confess my sins;
I did not utter a word.
Rather than apologize, I kept silent.
I owe you so much more than that –
more than words can convey and more than is humanly possible to express.
I wronged you, and I will forever live with that guilt on my shoulders.
And yet, I hope that one day you can forgive me – that you can realize my intention.
I never wanted us to fall apart,
and yet here we are.
I did not realize I was toxic.
I was blind.
This is no excuse,
but rather,
it is an explanation.
I do not expect anything in return.
I simply pray that, one day,
we can be friends again.
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PoetryThis is a collection of random poems/letters that I'll probably never get to say aloud.
