I told her to look, at me if she believed me.
I told her everything would be fine, did she believe me.
I said I was sorry, I begged to believe me.
She looked away.
She didn't believe me.
That's all that's left now: The love of mine, the love that will never stop haunting me, and the mistrust of my unbelieving victim
Fogs of betrayal can never be lifted with a single word. I learned that the hard way.
Saying sorry wasn't enough, and now I know. She looked away. Sorry was never enough.
Maybe I wasn't enough….
He told me. Look at me, say u believe me.
He promised everything would be better if I took his hand, he didn't know if I believed him.
He said it. He said he was sorry, he pleaded with his soul.
I couldn't, I looked away.
I didn't believe him.
That's what's left in my life. The love I gave him, and the love he still has, and the image of my broken hero.
My bleeding heart wasn't nursed with a single word spoken so wanting. Time.
I cry for him now, I pray. I miss the whole in my heart he lives with unknowingly. I looked away,
…. And now im sorry.
Something I just wrote. Think of it as a prologue to future success unrealized yet.
