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I still recall
the day we first met
and how the turned into
all that we did.
Words that were whispered
for just us to know,
now my secrets bleed
in the poetry I wrote.
Oh, do you hate me so?
All that we did
all that we said.
You told me you loved me
but it was just as friends.
Tell me why I thought
you meant more than you said?
Oh, It’s killing me so.
Is it killing you, too?
All those secret glances
In late night video calls.
Tell me you didn’t feel
like you were in free fall
too.
I was in free fall.
Winter had come
when we said
“Fuck it all.”
We became closer
that what we were before.
Pressed together for warmth.
New secrets we made.
Do you remember it
or was it just the same
blank slate in your memories?
I thought we were good.
I thought we would be good.
I thought so many things
and now I’m not good at all.
Am I the villain in our history?
Can I still be redeemed?
Can everything come back to you?
Could you love me too?
Questions I ask myself
late in the night.
Answers I don’t think
I could survive.
Do you believe me,
would you believe me
if I said I was sorry
for everything?
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.