Category: poetry

Do you regret it?

What’s it like to leave me behind?

If you knew then what you know now,

would you leave a second time?

What’s it like to leave me behind?

For me, it felt like it stopped time.

What’s it like to leave me behind?

I stayed yours, but you were no longer mine.

What’s it like to leave me behind?

…

Why do I do this to myself?

Nevermind.

–S.

Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.

You’re too much.

You must like to be sad at lunch.

Just get over it.

You should have more grit.

You make everything about you.

The things you’re saying aren’t true.

…

Maybe I am too sensitive.

Maybe so many things shouldn’t hurt me.

I was trying to show you something,

but you refused to see.

…

I guess, you’re right, I’m what’s wrong with me.

–S.

Price Check.

What’s the price for a moment of your time?

What’s the cost for a simple hug?

What’s the amount for sparing a moment of love?

…

I know you’re not to blame for all of my vices,

but all of these prices –

caused emotional slices,

while everyone assumed you were the nicest.

–S.

Supposed to.

You were supposed to love me the most,

but instead you gave me daily improvement notes.

You were supposed to love me endlessy,

but all you did was judge me.

You were supposed to love me unconditionally,

but all you did was alienate me.

You were supposed to love me fully,

but all you did was make me hate me.

–S.