Dear “Meant to Be”, I'm sorry if you're no longer in my life because I shut you out. I'm even more sorry if you're currently in my life, trying to show me some sort of affection, and thinking you’re failing. I promise it’s not your fault, and I hope you don’t blame yourself for it. And if I haven't met you yet, I'm sorry for whatever I'll end up doing in the future. Because I know it’ll be something really stupid. Maybe it's because I don't believe in "true love", or maybe it's because I'm afraid of getting hurt, but if I haven't already, I'll probably end up shutting you out. I’m probably afraid of exposing myself to you and then messing everything up. I’m probably afraid that you’ll be the only other person who knows me, besides myself. I’m sorry that I’ll shut you out for that. Not only you, but I'll probably shut myself out too. I may even think that something could exist between us, but I'll ignore those feelings too. Because that’s just me. A girl full of self-doubt. Maybe you didn’t know what you were signing up for. Next time, I’ll make sure it’s on the job description. I'm sorry if we could've been something, but we weren't. I'm sorry if we could be something, but we aren't. I'm sorry if we could be something in the future, but we won't. I promise it’s not you, it’s me. Love, E
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