Dizzied by the Light

I feel sorry

For you.

.

.

I feel sorry

For all the times

I wasted your time,

All the moments wasted

In the heat of the moment

.

All of the worries

I held above your head,

Worried about where

You ought to be headed

.

I'm sorry for you

.

.

For all the pennies

I spared when I was penniless,

All the games we played

When we didn't know

We were bigger than

What we had once thought

.

.

I'm sorry

.

.

For the fact that

You cannot find in your heart

A space to make room, pull in

Consequence

The taste of remorse, a salt grain of change

Lodged behind your brain

Agitating, pulling, telling you so

That there is something wrong here,

Something you turn a blind eye to,

Turn the other cheek, expect me

To do the same

.

.

When I simply cannot

.

.

.

I'm sorry for me

For wasting my time

On such ill-begotten treasures,

For treasuring, cherishing

Every perishable

Flake of love you ever

Seasoned my head with

Through the seasons,

Like I was pretty lettuce on a plate

Looking up to you

With your silver eyes

And loverusted salt-and-pepper shake

.

.

I'm sorry

.

.

.

For wasting my energy

On one who cannot fathom

Energy being taken

To progress

Further

Much

Further

.

.

.

So fly free, free bird

I do not wish to hold you back

More than the strings caught between your beak

And the empty promise of you

Never looking back.

Author's Note

Ignore basic grammatical errors, as there are some rules that, as a writer, I don't care to abide by. I feel restricted when following these rules, and since I have such a hard time getting my thoughts across, I'd rather break a few rules than be grammatically "perfect."