I sit alone in the quiet space I call home, wondering what I've done to him. The tears I had felt from his eyes, are still seeping through my skin. I could reverse what had happened that night, but it would only make it worse. He would no longer love me anymore, for that was a curse. I had done him wrong, I had played him. But it was my fault, I wasn't mistaken. I could do nothing to help, nothing to aid him. For my words, just had to break him.
Poem by: Lexi
