I'm sorry
I miss you
I wish I'd never left.
I'm broken,
you hurt me,
I doubt you really care.
I'm lonely,
you haunt me,
your voice echoes in my head.
I wish
you would just leave me,
but that's too much to ask.
I hope your guilt
eats you alive,
for I myself can do no harm.
I disappear
from your good touch.
don't pull me back
YOU ARE READING
Inner Workings
PoetryThis is a letter from me, to the world. From me, to myself. This is a statement, not a story. Call it a journal if you wish, where the thoughts of a forgotten wanderer will roam.
