To the boy I failed to love-
I won't say I'm sorry;
Like I've already done infinite times.
For this time- I'm different
And not exactly guilt ridden.
Love isn't something you force on yourself
And Even though I haven't experienced it myself-
I'm not sorry I didn't give yours a chance.Out of all the things I failed to say,
I forgive you is not among them.
I don't hold grudges-
Not for long at least
But you didn't had to force me to stay
When my wings were already wide open.
You knew I was a lost battle
When you reminded me again and again
Of the ugliness that resides in here
But never leaped long enough-
To come out of my head.The words and curse-
The broken promises and frustrations
I understand your agony
But you also need to see me a little.
A little guilty concise;
You shook from within.
You judged and cursed,
But that was enough.
The wings flattered far up above;
And there you stood-
Deep under it's shadow.
Looking up with scrunching eyes
For the last sight-
Of the one that got away
Under your judging scorns
And misled vibes.
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Twenty Two!
PoesiaA collection of light and dark themed self musings that won't dissapoint you. Enjoy!