I was wrong.
You came into my life,
filled it with joy, true happiness,
but it was just in my imagination.
I thought what we had was real, i let you inside,
after years of blocking everyone,
you learned every aspect of me,
you used that against me.
I trusted you, because
i loved you
But you didnt.
That wasnt enough for me, and it shouldnt.
So i let you go,
but in letting you go i let myself go as well
it ws not right doing that.
what we had was not love
it was lust.
So i was wrong.
and I regret everything of it.
This poem is about:
Me