Austin M.

by speakerskat

Published March 4, 2021

E - Everyone

In poetry

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I named a poem after you 

Thought it would help the healing 

Start the stopping 

Of all the pain I feel 

Its been three years, maybe four 

I'm so full of regret, nostalgia, agony 

But you've blocked me out and moved on from 

All the things you did to me 

All the things I did to you 

I guess I'm stuck

I blame myself for what I should have said 

Would have done 

Could have been...better 

No words could bring you back into my life 

No gestures could overcome the chasm I crafted 

No pleading would open your heart to me 

No sacrifice can undo my mistakes 

I'm hopeful we could reconnect someday 

I have no reason to hope 

I think it keeps me sane 

Helps me cope with the errors I made as a teenager

I threw you away, didn't I? 

I run the words "I'm sorry" over my lips 

Across the folds of my brain and to my fingers

There's so much depth to those words for me 

Yet if they ever reached you they'd never be enough 

The more time that passes the more I miss you 

I could have saved our friendship years ago 

But now you're truly gone 

If I tried to contact you I'd be a stalker 

Creepy, restraining order worthy

You'd block me immediately anyway

My words will never reach you.

You were amazing. 

Comments & reviews · 2
ForeverYoung299 wrote a review Review · Mar 8, 2021

You have written so many poems! That's great and I struggle to write one...
Whatever, here to review your work. I could feel your feelings through the poem. What love is! Words really can't reach to the height of a great man although many times the words are what that make a man popular or worthy. It is really impossible for someone to forget a person whom the person admired. The pain increases day by day as your memories are recalled by you... I hope you have healed.

This is great. Keep writing. It was a great read.

Bye

–foreveryoung299

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EsmerayaRose wrote a review Review · Mar 4, 2021

I feel for you. Wether it was a friendship or breakup, and no matter the circumstances losing someone you care deeply about always hurt, and the feeling of missing them will always linger. You will wish and wonder what you could've done differently, and you convey your emotions beautifully throughout the poem.

I hope that one day you'll able to talk to them again, and maybe, just maybe start over. Like I also wish I could.



As a writer, I'm more interested in what people tell themselves happened rather than what actually happened.
— Kazuo Ishiguro