My Only

here

My Friend.

I never knew..

you held me in your affection.

 

You are my Mentor.

You were right-

I rebel.

 

I don't understand.

You..

We crossed the line.

Even so,

I look to You.

 

I piss you off.

Every thing you do..

You do what is right for Me.

 

I tested You

and I am left guilty.

 

You tried, and I tried you.

 

The only Failure was Me.

 

I let you down...

 

  • Author: here (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2018 14:19
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  • Anasyil

    We all have made this mistake with someone we sincerely care about. We do this because of the pain and suffering we experienced. My dear, do not fret. Time heals all wounds. Whether your mentor returns or not, at least learn to love yourself. It is the most important kind of love.

    • here

      I don't think ill ever learn to love myself because I'm so self destructive. However, this is the beauty of this friendship- He never gives up on me! We can argue etc but he will never leave-hence my guilt for not living up to the person he knows I can be. I've never had that before.

    • Heartwriter

      Yes, we all make mistakes it brings the guilt we feel later. Great sensitive write.

      • here

        thank you. I feel this has been my least eloquent write-but its real. My issue is I keep fucking up something good.

      • dusk arising

        Was he so perfect that you should take all the blame for the pain?
        Are you beating yourself up because you're that kind of person?
        See what your writing does to my mind? Well done, you made me ask questions about you the writer. Yes sure i relate to the situation you describe but its negativity provokes my thoughts.
        I hope you're taking this as a great compliment because i'd love to think my writings made my reader think.

        • here

          I like to think I am a Realist - not a pessimist. I have been erratic recently and pushed people away.. distancing myself so I can isolate my poison. He is 'perfect', in the sense he is ex army and now my PT. He is always there for me. He is against drinking/smoking/drugs/negativity- he leads a very healthy lifestyle and wants the same for me. We have become involved but ultimately he is a friend first. he steps in when he sees me fucking up. I constantly let him (and myself down) but he never gives up.



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