The Ways of the World

Yellow

I don't want to loose you as friend. I feel as if I can't prevent it. I've been here before. When was it?

I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to. I don't want to say it but it's your fault to. I feel like maybe you were right. Am I blind?

Why do I resort to writing poems anyway? To make me feel better? I would rather like an apology.

Arguments with you hurt the most. They remind me of the pain I kept hidden. I never want to tell you this but it hurts not to.

My neck hurts so bad I feel like I was punched in the throat. Was it you? Am I chocking myself?

I hate this. It didn't need to happen but it did. Why? Can we fix it? Please.

Accept my apology. I was wrong and you are right, but right about what? Am I right? No. Maybe.

Can't I do something else?

-/-

Have more empathy, to the one I love like a sibling. You don't know what I've been through neither you I know what hells you've seen. From now on, I will no longer use the same scene break as long as this goes undone for days to come.