I'm sorry.

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I once knew someone so different from the rest. I remember his arms ripped and bloody with anxiety. I never knew we'd be so much alike.
I remember how his thoughts revolved around me, I can't believe I took him for granted.
I remember the first gift he tried to give me, and how I anxiously turned it down.
I remember how much trouble he went through just to talk to me, and how I avoided him.
I remember walking into our class, and being sad he had missed yet another day.
I remember when I first heard about him. The pain washed over me that day, I couldn't even cry.
I remember the message you sent a few months before it happened. I wish I would have see it in time. I wish I could talk you out of it.
I remember not wanting your attention until it was gone, And now all I want is to give you what you gave me, but it's too late now, And all I can say is I'm sorry. I miss you.

~for TreVaughn~

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