Regrets of a Girl

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A sad and angsty poem. Told by a young girl who has lost her boyfriend to an unfortunate accident. She sees it as her fault since they had a fight that caused him to walk away and get into the accident.

Submitted: November 08, 2012

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How did we ever come to this?

I never would have thought that one day,

you would become someone I'd have to miss.

It's hard to believe that every promise

for everyday of forever

will now happen never.

 

I can't believe just how much

everything has changed.

One minute you were here with me,

and the very next you suddenly cease to be.

 

With every breath I take,

I see that day down by the lake.

I relive that stupid fight

and the screaming voices

of who is wrong and right.

I remember the choices made

that caused you to walk away,

never once realizing it would be

the very end of you and me.

 

The guilt of it all

consumes me daily

as my sanity begins its fall.

How I wish I could take it all back!

For now, all I want is to have you come back.

 

What was once our place of laughter and cheer,

is now solely mine and filled with constant tears.

I close my eyes and all I can see

are the goodbyes never said and will never be.

The warm and wild wind that carried our wishes and dreams,

now blows cold and flees from my anguished screams.

I hear your whispered promises

of faith and love in my mind

and scream at no one of how you lied.

After all, how good are words and promises

once the one who said and made them has died?

 

All I can do now is wallow in my pain,

alone in the pouring rain,

and begin to pray.

 

Pray for one more chance

to see your joyful face.

Pray to have just one more day with you.

Pray for something, anything,

to end my never ending pain.

Pray for the day that my

tears will cease their flow.

Pray that someday,

you can possibly forgive me.

Pray that someday,

I can possibly begin to forgive myself.


November 2, 2012


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