Saturday, 23 November 2013

Why does it bother me?

Why does it bother me? 
Even though the accusations are false? 
Why does it bother me 
even when I am not at fault.

Maybe, because its a mourning of a sort,
Mourning that will never end 
because the one who is mourned is still alive

I have regrets though ,
that my time spent with you 
was one I missed with my own

But I have to say 
that I never spoke ill of you
that I never thought ill of you 

But I shall tell myself to feel at ease 
because I assume that you are at peace now
that you have emptied your heart out
by saying all those things to me 

I hope it makes you feel better
I hope it makes you feel you have achieved 
something fruitful 
because , then I shall let go 
by telling myself that at least one of us 
have benefitted



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