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I'm sorry that I'm hurting you With all I seem to do Adding to the list, another thing The pain my actions bring For me, you cross the line forbidden For you, I'll keep it hidden I don't want to hurt you, or crush your heart But I can't keep away from your beautiful word art I was warned not to forget the love they have for me But with solitary time & distance, that love I no longer see But you, though much appreciated--it hurts to feel your love Would it still be there if you knew the things I've done, the wrong you can't think of? It's not that I just want the world, I'd rather end this life If I had the guts to do it, I'm sure I'd gladly end MY strife But it's selfish (and expensive) for those I leave behind I often think just keeping awake is already much too kind I don't want to say that I'm gone for good But I can't say I'll do what I know I should I still hurt over broken promises, that I'll cry over in my sleep So I refuse to make such promises that I might not be able to keep As much as it hurts that I'm where I am In a place where I find that He condemns I'm leading a life in which I'm sure of its end But it's the whole reason we became friends Before was just casual, an occasional hello You couldn't see my pressures, you knew not my woe Now you're the only one who sees me because you know where you can look You can read my short stories, but you can't skip to the end of the book And I wish you wouldn't love me if it only causes sorrow I can't tell you the future, just that I'm not coming back tomorrow I think the smiles you give to me only brings you pain And so I'd give it up, be sad for you, if it meant joy you could attain So if it hurts too much, then let it go, let me go, let me be It'll sting at first but don't worry; I'll understand completely

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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