I.
My love for him sometimes,
was like a whispered secret
in the dead of the night:
quiet and careful.
other times it was a violent,
thrash of tongue,
hands clinging to the highest tree branch,
afraid to fall.
-afraid to say goodbye.
II.
in hindsight,
I am sorry for trying to save myself from getting hurt by you
and yet pain has really clung to me like a gum
that I only shattered my heart in the process.
III.
Goodbye, I'm sorry that I loved you so.
Goodbye, I'm sorry that I have to let you go.
YOU ARE READING
drafts of yesterday
PoetryA collection of poems // "I'm nothing but shambles and the words I can't write."
