Mistakes. They multiply. They stack. They tumble. They fall.
You're crushed by the weight, but not dead.
You're forced to live instead.
The guilt, the sorrow, the pain. The anxiety that they'll tumble again.
But I worried about me more than you.
Not thinking the weight would crush you too.
I'm sorry my mistakes hurt you instead.
I'm sorry our friendship ended up dead.
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Words
Poetrybasically vents in a poetic manner, and words i'll never say out loud.
