Stich My Heart You Broke.
Do these scars even have a meaning after all?
Loving you more than myself,
Was my biggest regret,
But the craziest thing is,
I believed I could change you,
I cut a piece of myself for you,
Now they are scars,
Fading into pure whiteness,
Do these scars even have a meaning after all?
The fact it's not hurting you,
Like how it's hurting me,
Explains everything~
I know you're scared,
I'm scared too,
But let's fight together,
In this wreckage world of you and I,
At the end of the day, we are all alone,
We all have our own life to live,
I guess I shouldn't live in my own regrets~
About the Creator
Kodah
- Storyteller, Love/Romance, Poetry, Dark, Mental health, Psychological, Surreal, Nature, Mythical
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Comments (4)
We are, each of us, bound up by regret. Things done Questions unanswered The unknown The lingering doubt. You captured that all so well :) A beautiful poem!
Loved this poem!
Unfortunately, I just can't stop living in the past and my regrets. Loved your poem!
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