I can't

an old poem I wrote... like, really old.

I’ve changed so much…

And I did it all for you.

 

You begged me to stop

But I simply couldn’t…

It wasn’t a choice.

 

I couldn’t stop

Because…

Because…

I have no good reason

To tell you now

And even if I did,

It would be

Just another

Pointless explanation

To my endless pain.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime we change because to maintain what we want in a life. It is necessary. I like the feel and emotion in the words. A very good ending. A excellent poem.
Coyote