i cried to you that night.
wailing about how sorry i was.
i dont remember what i did, but what i do remember is that you hurt me first.
yet i was apologizing.
you always find ways to maneuver it.
finding tiny loopholes to take the blame off of you, and throw it onto me.
youre so good at it too.
but youre so damn backwards.
i dont understand you.
when i told you i wish we never met
when i told you i wanted to die
when i told you i wished i had never been born
when i told you i couldnt stand burdening you
crying loud and choking on my own saliva and tears, i begged you to forgive me.
. . .
you smiled. you fucking smiled.
and guess what:
i didnt even know it.
~ why we cant talk on the phone
YOU ARE READING
para ti || for you
Puisiin a series of poems, i give you an insight on what goes on in my head, regarding people, places, and memories i have experienced. some happy, most sad, but all the whole truth. this is for all of you, and if you ever see this, you know who you are...
