Of late, I've started to wonder
Was I the one who lost
In this game of love and war?
Did I refuse and turn back
When one step more was all that
Could have been our salvation?
Did I fall short in my efforts
With my head in the clouds?
Did I forget to see you as a person
Wrapped up in my own self regard?
Did I fail to see your emotions
Around my inflated ego?
Did I lose this this war of love
When I thought I was winning?
And when I see you now
Happy on your own
And I see my wretched self
Crying to sleep each night
I do blame myself
For not trying enough
When there was still time
For now you tell me
That it's too late
I loved myself too much
To spare anything for you
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
