Skip to main content

Regret in Hindsight's Light

 


To the one who loved me through my darkest tide,

Despite the pain I drowned in, 

you stayed beside.

I know what I did, by losing you I see,

You were too good for me, 

and for that, 

I'm sorry to be.


Betrayed, hurt, with baggage 

I could not hide,

I dumped it all on you, 

yet you didn't sigh.

That weight I gave you led to guilt's heavy chain,

I fucked up, 

blind to how you felt the pain.


In youth's fragile years, 

I walked through shadows deep,

Past wounds taught me to see people in a twisted sleep.

I viewed love through lenses clouded by past fears,

And in my naivety, 

I misjudged all the years.


I broke you, thinking I'd spare you more pain,

A choice I made, 

in my own tangled shame.

I see now I was wrong, 

blinded by my own strife,

In trying to shield you, 

I lost the gift of your life.


Though maybe I didn't love you in the way you desired,

The respect I hold for you is vast, 

come what may.

You loved me the most, 

with a heart so pure and true,

And I know I failed you, 

and for that, my heart is blue.


I regret the choices made in my youthful plight,

Choices born of wounds, 

of seeing love in a dim light.

I was naive, and in my fear, 

I pushed you away,

Now in hindsight's clarity, 

I see the love you would stay.


You loved me through my storms, through pain and through my night,

And I, in my confusion, 

let that love drift out of sight.

I'm sorry for that hurt, 

for the love that derailed,

I wish you well in all of life's pursuits, may your path be unveiled.

Comments

  1. Beautifully written ❤️

    ReplyDelete
  2. πŸ₯ΉπŸ₯ΉπŸ₯ΉπŸ₯ΉπŸ₯Ή

    ReplyDelete
  3. πŸ«‚πŸ«‚

    ReplyDelete
  4. Love and just love for you πŸ’—

    ReplyDelete
  5. Impressive 🫢🏻

    ReplyDelete
  6. πŸ₯²πŸ₯Ή

    ReplyDelete
  7. How do you express such intense emotions in words brooo πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ« πŸ’—

    ReplyDelete
  8. Perfect πŸ’―πŸ’―

    ReplyDelete
  9. 🫢🏻🫢🏻🫢🏻🫢🏻🫢🏻🫢🏻

    ReplyDelete
  10. I love you 🫢🏻
    I don't know if it's too late but I cannot hide it anymore πŸ’—

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Unasked, Ungiven πŸ’”

The moment silence becomes deafening You're left creeping into thoughts:  Have they forgotten what they did to you? Have they moved past it?  Is the apology, the guilt, long gone?  In that moment, a silent rage builds inside you.  Yet, there's also a bit of solace, knowing that what is truly meant for you doesn't need to be asked for-it will be given, without interrogation.  It is what it is.

Raw Edges πŸ’”

  My verses are not balm, but gasoline poured onto the embers of my soul, Sealing the wounds, keeping the fire burning, a pyre of pain and passion. I write to excavate the scars, to expose the raw nerves, To salt the wounds, to keep the memory of hurt alive, a ghastly, glowing ember. I write to anchor the pain, to tether it to the bone, To make it mine, to make it scream, to make it sing. Pain is my mother tongue, silence my suffocating womb, Between scream and hush, I birthed myself, a stillborn soul reborn. If I let the wound heal, I'll lose the fire that forges me, The flame that tempers my edges, that makes me sharp, that makes me cut. I'll be a husk, a shadow, a whisper of what I was, A forgotten scream, a muted whisper, a silenced song. I keep the wound raw, a festering, pulsing heart, A reminder of my pulse, of my existence, of my defiance. These poems are not bandages, they're battle scars, Proof that I was here, that I fought, that ...

Fragile Facade πŸ’”

Detachment was  by far the scariest thing about me, Until I met you, and it became the scariest thing for me. I wore armor, impenetrable and cold, Detached from hearts, stories untold. No flinch, no sigh, no second glance, Easy to let go, no lingering dance. Then you walked in, and walls came down, The fortress cracked, my heart renowned. The harder I held, the more I'd bleed, The pain was exquisite, a love so freed. But now I'm shattered, pieces on the floor, Every shard a scream, every breath a chore. You dismantled me, piece by piece, Leaving me hollow, a fragile release. You pushed me to the limit, took me for granted too, A reckoning's coming, and I'll break through. I'll see you in a different light, When I'll lock you out, and end the fight. You'll know the wrath of my indifference cold, When I'm done healing, and my heart's grown old. You'll see the ruin you've made of me, And wish you'd never tested my liberty. And yet, in this d...