Sometimes,
The bitter parts of me wish we never met.
That our paths never crossed,
That our fingers never interlocked,
That our lips never touched,
That I never gazed into the depths of your soul and saw the wasted potential.
I saw you and loved you in a way no one else could,
So you ran away,
Because you could only handle being known or being loved,
But never both.
Sometimes I still feel the ghost of a hand shaped bruised on my thigh,
Experience the sting of harsh words like a slap across the face all over again,
Years later.
The logical part of my brain tells me I wouldn't have found my calling without you.
Wouldn't have delved into my soul and dedicated my life to my work if it weren't for you.
And it's always going to be bittersweet.
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Does the Rain Ever Stop?: Poems and Musings
PoetryHello Reader, This is my collection of poems and thoughts that I have compiled over the last few years. I have been writing for many years and my number one hope is that someone reads my poems and feels seen. Says "oh that's me". We all live in this...
