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.