My Poetry

Why...

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She comes to me with blood soaked sleeves

And hurt in her eyes

I'm the one to blame

For all this fighting

All this pain

I'm the one to blame...she says

I grab her tight and hold her near

Sobbing and soothing

But shocked eyes filled with fear

My heart sank by what I saw,

Beneath those blood soaked sleeves,

Was a deep jagged cut still raw

And when she walked away

I promised I wouldn't forget

Watching her

And suddenly filled with regret

Because to this day

As the memories pass

I realize

I was the one to blame

For all her suffering

All her pain

And every day I come and cry,

Standing alone

And begging why...

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