No Going Back for Us. Poem 3
I made my bed. I was stupid

No Going Back for Us
You don’t reply
and I don’t blame you
I left,
said it like a promise
as if better waited round the bend
as if you were just the warm-up act
He spoke with gold
you spoke with truth
guess which one I chose
I see it now
the way his charm went stale
the way his hands grew distant
while yours had always held me right
I told myself I needed more
but more was empty
more was cold
and now I know
it wasn’t more I wanted
just different
and I mistook the two
You won’t forgive me
you shouldn’t
there’s no room to beg
when I tore the trust myself
This silence
is the price
and I wear it
There is no going back, you say
and I respect your wishes
I caused all this after all

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