Beneath Your Regrets
A poem
Amidst my heart’s cries, I stand my ground
Hearing whispers of remorse, my spirit slowly drowns.
“I am sorry,” I say with a tearful plea,
“I couldn’t become the woman you wanted me to be.”
In your vision’s frame, I have not been a fit,
Yet deep within our hearts, a fire has been lit.
I slipped into your mold like a strong quicksand,
Underneath hiding a soul that you failed to understand.
I was not a canvas for you to paint,
Neither am I an angel, nor could I become a saint.
“I am sorry I am not the woman you wanted me to be,”
Yet, within me is a world of strength you could never see.
Reminiscing our memories and feeling perplexed,
Was I that easily disposable, I reflect?
Once, a beloved presence in your heart,
Now living beneath your regrets like dirt.
I held you close through joy and bliss,
From sharing our dreams to our first kiss.
But now your betrayal cuts so deep,
Leaving me with tearful eyes that refuse to sleep.
“I am so much more,” I boldly proclaim,
In strength and depth, I’ll take my stand,
In the cycle of heartbreaks, I don’t know who I became,
For I am so much more —
that one day, I wish you’d understand.
