I wanted to fight for myself,
I was tired of fighting for us.
But I knew, I would've lost if I won.
Somehow, I lost.
Somehow, winning became a tragedy.
I once in a while wish we never met.
It would've saved us both some tragedy,
The tragedy of losing me.
YOU ARE READING
Sorry
PoetryIf I had a penny for every time you made me feel worthless, I'd be worth something by now.
