my love for you bordered
on dangerous
the red string of fate
tying us together
had frayed on my end,
leaving only threads
to connect me to you.
but you did nothing wrong.
it's not like you cut the string
or let go
you just weren't tied to me
in the way i was tied
to you.
i don't think i regret any of it
no matter
the agony i'm in
because even if you
weren't really mine
maybe you were just mine to lose.
after all,
i'm glad it was you.
YOU ARE READING
poems i never meant to write
Poetrya collection of confusing, delicate, and inconsistent poetry. short or long, each poem comes from the heart.
