This is what sadness feels like.
A love poem.
Somedays I ask myself what I’m doing. I put on sad music that speaks of regret, because that’s most likely what I’m feeling.
My biggest regret up until a few months ago had been that I couldn’t save the people closest to me from themselves. That I watched them self-destruct and couldn’t do more to change the course of their lives for the better.
Words are drawn like swords between us.
Silence speaks of hurt feelings and
echoes of pain long forgotten but
etched into the flesh of our being
scars of times we hoped would have been simpler
but turned out as now only could
sour,
what was it you said, again
or, rather
what did I speak that offended you so?
my pain hurt yours
your pain yelled at mine
our pain said it wasn’t worth it
too hard
why bother
I walked away right and wrong all at the same time
right and indignant
and yet the price of such rightness was frustration and loneliness
but where does pride factor in when you’re simply,
wrong.