i couldn't even look at you.
the pain i had caused you was palpable and could barely breathe because it was suffocating me.
the lights below seemed too bright and the music was too loud as you asked me what had happened that night.
i didn't know what to say.
i didn't want to hurt you anymore than i already had. i couldn't do it.
the marks he left were burning my skin and i just couldn't tell you the whole truth.
i hope you can forgive me.
YOU ARE READING
exhale
Poetry"can i exhale for a minute? can i get this out in the open?" a collection of feelings molded into mediocre poems
