I, III

I, III

A Poem by InsidiousRain
"

[letter from the future, to my present self]

"
I'm sorry that it took you 
three years too long
to find out that you 
deserve to live.

I'm sorry that you had to realize
that pushing people away won't 
keep them close.

I'm sorry that you had to find out
that saving yourself
isn't easy enough.

I'm sorry that the person who saved you
is the person who
you almost killed with your 
confidence in her.

I'm sorry
that she can't 
look at you
anymore.

I'm sorry that you love her.

I'm sorry that she 
will never
love you back.



But most of all
I'm so sorry 
that you haven't realized this yet.

© 2015 InsidiousRain


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a lot of apologies, and yet...it's on the person spoken to here...that person has to come to a realization, to love him or herself, and then allow him or herself to love someone else.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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InsidiousRain
InsidiousRain

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Some people are sheep. Some are politicians. Some are wisemen, leaders. A black and white world. Me? I'm that queer kid. Whoever has the faintest idea where I'm going, it sure as hell isn't me. .. more..

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