It was 1 am
When I came home
to find you, my beloved,
hanging above the bed.
I stood in the doorway,
Looking up at you
As the tears streamed
down my face.
I had never felt more
unlike myself
as I did
then.
I doubled over
with the weight of my failure.
Cuz I had failed
And not just you,
but me too...
It was at that moment
That I realised
I never loved you
No, I just lived you.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Have you ever felt like you’re divided in two parts. There’s a younger you and the person you are now... completely different. I wrote this for the younger me since older me had to push back and disregard younger me to move on but I wish I had learned to embrace all of me instead...
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Beautiful, we all have regrets about our younger self. When we shouldn't...
If you lived a perfect young childhood. Who would you be now? Past mistakes make you who you are...😊💕💘Loved the poem. Ty for sharing.
Thankyou🥺🖤
I can say from experience none of our past life or current life is perfect. Theres always those flaws, but we learn to make something out of it. Just like you did. I love it!!! Take care😝👍💖
Thankyou , your words mean alot❤️
Its my pleasure.
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