Mistakes

“And while I suffered and you “despaired”; the one who I hurt most still stuck around.”

The the worst part of my feelings,

That embedded black ink.

Into the heart that wasn’t mind,

To begin with.

You are not a saint,

You did not save me.

What I had was a construct of fantasy.

I tore myself apart from.

To my feelings,

That you threw away.

I implore you,

To look away.

Now how many pieces I must pick up,

From what you stole.

I silently do alone,

So I don’t hurt anyone else.

Author's Note

I've been in too much of a good mood I thought it would be hard to write a poem xD this wasn't half bad I guess.

I'll be trying to write more happy poems, but also I want to create a poem book about anxiety and dealing with it. I was going to call it Journey into the unknown but I have finally decided on "Beautifully Flawed"

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

simply stated, honest and raw ..really like these two lines:
"You are not a saint,
You did not save me.' i think there is/was a lot going on for your pro- and an-tagonists
couple of edits ;) in the first verse .. first line ..drop one "the" ...third line ..do you mean mine instead of "mind"? ..the period after "ink" doesn't work ... sometimes i have read poems that capitalize every line and leave all other punctuation out ..i think that works ..but combining the two is a bit confusing :) your closing is a unique twist that intrigues my mind and heart ... your protagonist doesn't want to turn pain into anger that hurts others ...i expected an admonition that your antagonist shouldn't hurt anyone else ... good stuff Ms. Centipedle .. very emotive
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[T.S. Sky]

I like it. The title to your book is a good pick. Look forward to updates.

[Misty Neslen]

I like it, very raw and deep. I love the Idea of the book with poms in it about Anxiety as I suffer from that and Depression

[Sammie Sanchez]

i like it, deep feelings no matter how broken, nice work

[Valentine]

Growing up is different for each of us. If you truly knew the truth about many peoples sad lives you would think you have it good. We all could tell you some sad truths about ourselves. Valentine

[Centipedle]

I don't think I'm unaware of that. I've always cried about having a better life I'd trade it in an instant with someone less fortunate. But perhaps myself I thrive off sadness.