Dear you, I’m sorry I wasn’t always the nicest,

Not noticing that having a little self love was priceless,

For Taking your smallest efforts for granted & always wanting more,

Never seeing your true beauty for what it’s for,

I’m sorry I hurt you for so long,

For always making you feel weak, when you needed to feel strong,

I was the problem all along,

Im sorry your hurting still, I take all the blame.

For why you continue to feel shame.

Shame in yourself for who you are, but I’m proud of who you became.

I’m sorry I didn’t love you when you needed it the most,

Instead I held the knife to your throat.

I made you question your worth comparing you to others,

I left you fighting your demons alone, I left you running for cover.

I’m sorry I wasn’t there to push you through your darkest times.

Im sorry I’m the reason you walk around blind,

And why you always question those who are kind.

I’m sorry I made you feel small when you needed to feel greater.

I’m to blame for why you see yourself and you whisper “I hate her”

I’m sorry I didn’t notice your worth until many yrs later.

You were trying your best and you still are,

truth is I’m proud you made it this far.

For picking up your broken pieces and embracing your scars.

I’m sorry at times it’s still hard to express yourself, & that you feel misunderstood,

I’m sorry the bad out weighed the good,

I’m sorry at times you still feel empty,

& For being so hard on you to have it all figured out by your twenties.

I’m sorry I left you feeling lost w/ no sense of direction,

Failing to convince you there is no such thing as perfection.

So I hope you can forgive me for all the pain I’ve put you through,

In hopes that forgiving me will leave you brand new,

Focusing on what’s in front and not in the rear view.

And that one day you can see yourself and say “I love you” and it’ll be true ❤️

Written by - Poetic-loner

Today, I'm starting over. I'm beginning my healing process by letting everything that binds me, weighing me down go. I'm closing the door to my past, looking forward to what's coming next, and most importantly, believing that everything will turn out right. After all the pain I've been through I will always choose love, blooming between broken souls. Swallowing bitterness. I want to be bigger than love, bigger than life, bigger than pain. Love will always shine in the darkness, falling with the rain.

She dances in her naked splendor, green eyes sparkle.

Reflecting hedonistic skies, dripping with absinthe.

O'spectre grace her with a kiss upon her blushing lips, she hides.

From the petals of a gothic rose, plucking thorns lodged beneath the surface of her woes -

It's a poet's requiem of lies,

unclasped gemstones, tasting her fingertips through remaining demure of smoke...

Of billowing chimneys

and of naked splendor.

Eyes forewarn the broken wombs of doubt ~ bones of blindness lost in grass blades ~ hollow winds worn and gray ~ lifted foreheads toward the Twilight skies ~ upon the blue moon crest, where golden crowns sit atop and rest ~ Nightingale's sing by rivers spring beneath a dancing breeze resides sulking flowers repressed leaves green ~ deepening hope fades through strains of sand ~ long-fingered grip swimming toward shallow lands ~ thy, shall not despise of such blushing lips which bend in regret ~ So say, vain? While emptiness stains solitude through grief and despair rain ~ fueling sanity by flames ~ growing poppy seeds of Infinity in alabaster hearts ~ This, black roses sprung in such mourning ~ one should not be disregarded by nocturnal warnings ~ lying in surrender where eternal wearying rest and flows in absence of each winter's snow ~ fare forth the sun aglow ~ Sol on Sol.