I was tough, they told me
I was brave.
I was weak, I said
I was a coward.
I made you despair
And I'm sorry.
You ask in sadness,
"Why?"
And at that moment
I put the knife down
I stop for good
And I cry with you
Because I don't know
But I try just for you
It was so hard
To forget the scars
You were the only thing that helped me forget.
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Love
PoetryThis is a series of poema that convey the story of my varying opinions and feelings that I have for my beloved throughout our relationship, documentating our experiences.
