To RJLC,
I'm sorry for that night when I told you that I love you.
I'm sorry for all the moments that I showed my feelings for you.
I'm sorry for all those fucked up words that I have uttered.
I'm sorry for all those lovely words that I have said.
I shouldn't have told you that I will be waiting for the chance,
That I will be expecting for you to walk your way to me.
I was the one who gave in to the sinful temptation
And so, I got hooked to the person I knew might have loved but left me bleeding.
Maybe, if I did what I said before...
That I'll be here... waiting...
Maybe, right now, I'm happy.
But, shit! I'm an asshole and I treated you like shit!
A shit left on the ground, avoided and loathed.
I remember what you said back then:
"Why do some people tell promises but can't even live with those promises?
Why do they say that they love you when in fact they don't?
Or, they may say 'I Love You' and after a week or two they mean it to someone else."
When you said that, my life got broken.
My heart got shattered to pieces.
And just like glass, it's irreparable.
And so, for the last time... I'm sorry.
I'm very, very, very, very sorry.
***Jen, I know you don't have a Wattpad, or I don't know, maybe you have an account. Well, it doesn't matter.
YOU ARE READING
PERSONA
Poetry*IMAGE FROM DEVIANTART by Oberst176* persona: the image or personality that a person presents to other people. We don't know very well the friends we see and talk to in our everyday lives. Not until we see the other side of their faces, the sadness...
