“You weren't there when I needed you the most!“
I'm standing in front of you, crying.
But you're looking at me as if I wasn't. As if I was fine - which I'm not. Not at all.
“Are you even listening to me?“
You're not. I can see that you're not as there is no reaction to the words I'm saying to you at all. Your face is blank.
“I would have done anything for you.“, I whisper.
It doesn't matter. I know that. But I still want you to hear it. It want these words to make a difference.
But like all those other words I said to you, they don't.
“Anything.“
You finally look into my eyes - and to be honest, I'm surprised. You finally answer.
“Sorry.“, you say. Nothing more.
Sorry. Like a simple sorry would mend my heart and erase the past, just like that.
It's not even an I'm sorry. It's just sorry.
After everything you did to me, that's all you're saying. And you're expecting it to be enough.
It's not. It will never be enough.
YOU ARE READING
what I never told you
PoetryThere are things we leave unsaid. Thoughts we never want to say out loud. But that doesn't mean they don't cross our minds.
