Disappointment
It hurts
You can feel the ache as you disappoint,
The last look of betrayal and hurt,
as you watch the one you thought would never turn away
Turning away and walking away,
All you see,
is their disappearing figure
No final say, just the ache
Gnawing pain
that eats you away
Tearing ur heart bit by bit
It hurts.
I'm sorry.
Forgive me.
People never see the pain.
People never see the hurt.
But what they do see
Is the mistake.
I reached out,
But you're gone.
My hand falls, from where it raised.
It falls and never again,
Will it rise.
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eccedentesiast
Poetryeccedentesiast (.n) someone who hides pain behind a smile. a book of poems. WARNING there will be no trigger warning before each poem, read on your own accord and discretion.
