I’m sorry,
I let you down,
I let you drown,
dragged the earth from
under your feet.
Took your heart and
gave it back incomplete.
I’m sorry,
that I didn’t say this weeks
ago,
that I didn’t write
you a poem of woe.
I let you drown,
melted away your fears,
dried up your tears,
let you believe we’d be
together for way more
years.
I let you drown,
and took away the help,
called off the search party,
because there was nothing left
saving,
no pieces of us worth recovering.
I promised that I’d
bring us back home, safe.
And that I’d find us a happy
place.
I let you drown,
and watched you beg me
to stop.
I encouraged you to drop
from the cliff,
make one last wish,
ask for one last kiss.
I asked you what you feared
most.
The end was all you said,
but we both know that it didn’t
mean when you were
dead.
We both knew what was to come,
but we were
sure
that we would
never
become what we hated.
You were drowning,
dear,
but the water was oh so clear,
my eyes were no longer a
safe haven,
a sweet creation.
I let you drown,
and I crowned myself the winner
when you cried in
front of me.
You closed the door
into your life,
and I gladly threw away
the key.
No longer what I needed
to be a part of.
I’m sorry,
and I can’t believe I only see it
now,
but I was a cow,
such a reckless soul.
I couldn’t leave you whole,
I tore you apart.
I let you drown,
because I thought it was better than
enduring us.
I let you drown,
because relationships end
someday.
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