My bad
for not realising
that I loved him,
since the start.
My bad
for pushing him away,
when all he wanted,
was to help me.
My bad
for thinking he was
just a normal guy
who'd leave me eventually.
My bad
for leaving him,
when he needed me
the most of all.
My bad
for not thanking him
enough for whatever
he had done for me.
My bad
for sitting here
and writing this,
instead of apologising.
My bad
for he's now gone,
and not just for a while,
probably forever.
.
-r.f.
YOU ARE READING
Epiphany.
Poetry"Why turn depression into suicide when you can turn it into something beautiful like poetry?" . -r.f.
