if i had known letting you go would have meant i would have found happiness around the corner, would i have cut all ties, burnt our bridges and walked away? i don't know. but i do know that i would have held your hand for a little bit longer, talked you through the darkest tunnels barricading your mind and shown you the hope i saw in you. the brightest piece of hope that was a living ember beneath the thorns and vines hugging the surface
of your heart. i saw a boy wishing and pleading with the universe for a tiny sign that it had not doomed him entirely despite the apathy he radiated to others. i may not have shaken mountains and valleys for you for that would mean dismantling me in the process but my forgiveness comes as a lock. you had the key in the palm of your hand but you chose not to slip it in and set the springs and pins in motion. you may not know this, for you never were aware of your wrongs but: i turned the key myself.
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venus springs
Poetrypieces of my scattered, unfiltered thoughts mostly written during the darkest parts of the night. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #104 in poetry #25 in poetic
