I should have chosen honesty,
as away from me, I now see how much you meant to me.
The tender touch often given to my skin so frequently,
now mirrors a distant past in this circumstance of common grief.
The colour of truth couldn’t begin to dye these darkened blues,
as my heart is decomposing from your wretched news.
Un-answered questions become the theme to my awful excuse,
sleepless nights recalling mistaken words is all that is left to do.
If only I could escape this prison of regret,
and begin to break free from the image of our broken silhouette.
Only then shall life become as beautiful as the sunset,
living an existence of joy, too powerful for sadness to forget.
Yet my insecurities left me too weak to say “I need you”,
leaving feelings aside in the hope you’d say “I need you too”.
My transparent tears cried out for the truth to pierce through,
but as a man, I was taught to never leave emotion as a clue.
In the mist of sorrow, swollen pride is all that is left,
recollecting past memories, my mind unwillingly kept.
No amount of breath could ever reach the pain of my depth,
wishing responsible errors could be wiped clean from my debt.
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