I, IIIA 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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1 Review Added on March 30, 2015 Last Updated on March 30, 2015 AuthorInsidiousRainNYAboutSome 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..Writing
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