the guilt trip

Mon, 03/23/2020 - 12:11 -- Aws

his eyes were fixed upon nothing,
his breath caught in his chest.
a constricting weight,
descended upon his heart.

he bit his lip,

to keep it for trembling,
but alas,
a tear slipped from his lashes,

he was no longer her hero

he meant to draw a breath,

to speak his pain,
but a sob wracked his throat.

he gripped the table edge,
his knucles straining with the force.

he steeled himself,
he needed to say something.

but all he felt was guilt and sorrow

he let go of a girl that loved him for who he was

he was going have to live with the pain

This poem is about: 
Me

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