in the mists of the
dark, cold night.
i find myself wishing
of something to be done
about this heartache.
the swelling that starts
low in the pits of my stomach,
then follow suit to my eyes
that soon burn with agony
and embarrassment.
how could i let myself forget?
how could i let myself fall and
think that it was safe?
but most importantly,
why am i always reminded?
of the two things,
i regret not trying for.
the agony growls,
you could have stayed
so we could have been wedded,
and he could have stayed
to watch me be wedded.
yet, i did nothing.
not even saying a goodbye.
-zmh
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the ruins of me
Poetryi love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
