Excuse

In this farewell
I stand alone.
No one to help me,
no one that sees me,
no one to tell me:
you're better off without.

I wanted to see
the other side,
the darker side.
I did it for you,
that was my excuse.
But I know so much better,

and so do you.
But you don't care,
not anymore.
Neither do I.
I only want to live
a life that doesn't hurt.

I'm standing on the edge
between right and wrong.

I have to choose
between you and me.


That is my excuse.

Reviews

[just is]

Wow! Now this is amazing
Such emotions here, A well written piece here
Decessions are so hard to make.
Like this, you expressed the emotion very well.

[Kiara]

AMAZING!
THIS WAS SO VERY AMAZING:)
YOU ARE SO EXPERIENCED WITHIN
YOUR WRITING THANKS FOR SHARING
-ARABELLA

[Fidheallir]

I like the use of your repeated line "that was my excuse" so that we are left with a sense that the poet doesn't know the true reason either, or isn't telling.
PS. English is not my first language either. :)