Dizzied by the Light

Dizzied by the Light

A Chapter by chrysantheranium

I feel sorry
For you.
.
.
I feel sorry
For all the times
I wasted your time,
All the moments wasted
In the heat of the moment
.
All of the worries
I held above your head,
Worried about where
You ought to be headed
.
I'm sorry for you
.
.
For all the pennies
I spared when I was penniless,
All the games we played
When we didn't know
We were bigger than
What we had once thought
.
.
I'm sorry
.
.
For the fact that
You cannot find in your heart
A space to make room, pull in
Consequence
The taste of remorse, a salt grain of change
Lodged behind your brain
Agitating, pulling, telling you so
That there is something wrong here,
Something you turn a blind eye to,
Turn the other cheek, expect me
To do the same
.
.
When I simply cannot
.
.
.
I'm sorry for me
For wasting my time
On such ill-begotten treasures,
For treasuring, cherishing
Every perishable
Flake of love you ever
Seasoned my head with
Through the seasons,
Like I was pretty lettuce on a plate
Looking up to you
With your silver eyes
And loverusted salt-and-pepper shake
.
.
I'm sorry
.
.
.
For wasting my energy
On one who cannot fathom
Energy being taken
To progress
Further
Much
Further
.
.
.
So fly free, free bird
I do not wish to hold you back
More than the strings caught between your beak
And the empty promise of you
Never looking back.


© 2020 chrysantheranium


Author's Note

chrysantheranium
Ignore basic grammatical errors, as there are some rules that, as a writer, I don't care to abide by. I feel restricted when following these rules, and since I have such a hard time getting my thoughts across, I'd rather break a few rules than be grammatically "perfect."

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