I wanted it to be you so bad.
You were on paper the perfect person for me.
But for some reason it didn't make sense.
And i understand for the pain I caused you karma will get me when it's my turn and I will have to greet him with open arms.
I'm sorry for not helping and instead cutting you deeper.
I tried my hardest to help you heal even though,secretly, I was more torn apart than you.
You just chose to BELIEVE I was this saviour God sent for you.
When in fact I was a child learning her way around the world.
It just happened to be it was not you I wanted at all.
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
PoetryThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
