I said I was sorry I lied
Because my Truth clenched your throat so tight, I immediately let it go and made myself feel ashamed;
How dare I simply stand by spectating how gorgeously your suffocating lips resembled the sky turning day into night?
I said I was sorry I loved
and blackened my heart to match the pit of your soul your eyes let slip
and grew disgusted with myself as you tugged and toiled at my very soul
and I let you
My love was always real, my words ever true
Deep down, I knew you knew
I'm not sorry you're broken because I'm more broken than you
I'm not sorry you somehow believe I'm what broke you
I'm just sorry I let you
I'm not sorry you made me feel like I left you;
I'm just sorry I let you
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- Comment from author about the poem: When you live or love apologetically (especially for the sake of others), you do yourself a great disservice. Love yourself enough to recognise when you have, and grant yourself forgiveness.
- Category: Reflection
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hardcore relate to this.
I think you'll really like the rest of the chapter then. Look out to the next two pieces I post; I'd really appreciate your feedback 🙂
Here is a truth that’s hard for some people to fully realize. Now , I am not referring to your nice phrase and cadence and rhyme but rather I suggest that a fiction exists and it might not be noticed yet by you, and that’s normal and expected , but most everyone that has been through the raging pain that leaps from your pen does know. It’s one of those equations that sounds like math. If A is certain then we can know B, without doubt. To be truly over and to be glad inside that it’s over , there is one universal truth. That only happens when what she does, what she says , what she did , no longer matters one iota. Nothing matters in any behavior involving what was and who she is. By the tone of your piece I’m very sure you have not yet reached that peace. So whatever is residually present , anger, love, bitterness or desire for revenge. Is the A which ipso facto renders the B , what you wrote, Fiction It might not be a good strategy to post fir people to see when all those people know what’s written is not true. We are all certain of it. This is not an easy time and I feel for you but challenge yourself to eliminate those fictions from your posts. I hope you take to heart this universal truth as I know it true cuz I found out the hardest and stretched drama out so long never knowing how my actions were up for ridicule. My best to you. It will get better. .
I appreciate your perception. It's spot on! I wrote this some time ago and at the time, it was a gaping wound I had to let heal. Having done so, I've really enjoyed editing it and giving it some colour. I love that I could take what was an expression of pain and indignation and pick it apart to find and highlight the beauty in it. That's what tells me I've healed properly from it. Thank you! 😁
And if I were as smart as I guess I portended I might have picked up on those clues. I’m glad we had this talk. I feel better. And resist the urge to give charlatans on social media info that might distract and aggravate. I wish I knew how to place a winking emoji HERE. !!!
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You really pierced through my heart! This is some deep stuff. There was no cliche in your poetry. 10/10.
Thank you. I appreciate your feedback! If you like this, I think you'd enjoy the next two pieces I post as well. I'd greatly appreciate your feedback on those as well!
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