11:56pm
An Apology
Purple hair, soft eyes
You were my almost;
Almost perfect
Almost happy
Almost there
You meant everything but I couldn't tell myself that
I was scared;
Of the possibilities
Of you
Of me
I didn't know what would be coming
I didn't know how to take it;
My grandparents finding out, i still haven't told them
The world finally knowing
Learning it about myself
I'm sorry if I hurt you
I never meant to;
To lead you on
To waste your time
To leave you
I was growing
I wasn't ready;
I just wish I grew to you, not past you
–I wish you happiness,
Brie
YOU ARE READING
Heart over Head
Poesíaa bunch of not so great poems ~they get better as they go on~
