Confessions to Romeo

A poem I wrote to let out some of my built up depression.

I'm sorry Romeo.

For all the s**t I put you through.

Forgive me Romeo.

I never meant to hurt you.

I know now, that we could never be together.

Though I still wonder, if your lips would ever linger.

Romeo, I know that you don't want to hear these words, but just for a second, forget your anger.

We both screwed up.

But I don't wish things could go back to the way they were.

And I will always love you, though that love will never be the same as it was before.

Hate me if you want.

Forgive me if you can.

I'd like things to be on good terms between us.

But it probably never can.

I'm over you.

I've started seeing other guys.

They've started to make me realize, that I'm not in-love with you anymore. 

I feel like such a w***e though.

I gave myself away, trying to get rid of you.

Thinking I was dirty, I only submitted myself to sin, and filth.

Here I am, six month later, praying I'm not pregnant with another mans child.

Did you know,that once you were a holy temple to me?

You were meant to be worshipped, loved, and adored.

Now you're just another person, not a king or lover to me.

You were my life but now your not.

Somehow, I'm back to where I was.

But now it's even better, my life,than it was before.

Though I still find you a comfort.

That's why I'm writing this to you.

You were a man above men.

Pure of heart and soul.

But now I guess your sort of blemished.

In my eyes, I think so.

So, I guess I'm not your Juliet anymore.

Now I suppose I'm a scarlet letter.

Am I horrid?

You were right about one thing, I needed to "find myself".

I think I have, but that might just be the drugs talking.

I've changed so much.

For one, I'm no longer your little s**t.

I cry no more for you.

I don't wake up in the middle of the night anymore, calling out your name, reaching for you.

I still care about you, but not in the way I would a lover.

Romeo, these are my confessions of

love

and

sin

for you.

Reviews

[SilentDreamer]

Star Wolf is wrong. This is a poem. Poetry in itself is a variety of things. It's what you make it. It's not something that can be put into one definition. Not to true writers. Not to most people. So after making that point this poem is different. It's filled with emotion. And has almost harsh feel to it. Just my opinion. Great job.

[Star Wolf]

And this is a poem? Don't think so. Don't know what it is, so sorry.