Confessions gone wrong

Confessions Gone Wrong

I told you once, a quiet truth,

A secret held since I was youth,

My heart, it trembled, hands were cold,

But I let go what I once controlled.

A whispered wish, a broken prayer,

I never thought you'd even care.

But you, you smiled and turned away,

As if my words had lost their way.

The silence stretched, it tore apart,

The threads that held my fragile heart.

A confession meant to bring us near,

Only pushed you further from here.

I told you everything I knew,

Each fault, each flaw, each shade of blue,

How I had loved, how I had failed,

How in the end, my trust had sailed

Into the dark, into the void,

Where truth is lost and hope destroyed.

I thought that you would see me clear,

That you'd embrace my darkest fear,

But your eyes, they glazed and flicked away,

As if I spoke in tongues, astray.

A confession born of too much pain,

You saw it, felt it, yet remained the same.

I poured myself into the night,

Let all my secrets take their flight,

But the words fell flat, like shattered glass,

Unheard, untouched, they didn't last.

Each syllable, each breath I spent,

A burning weight, a harsh lament.

I begged for you to understand,

To take my heart, to hold my hand.

But in the end, you took your leave,

With nothing left but webs I weave.

A confession turned to dust and ash,

Each fragment part of some cruel crash.

Was it my fault, my trembling voice,

That led me down this bitter choice?

Was it my truth that broke us then,

Or simply the way we’d never mend?

I wished for closeness, warmth, a kiss,

Instead, I found an aching abyss.

You said you loved me, that was true,

But did you love the me I knew?

The raw, the real, the unrefined,

Or just a version that you’d find

In the polished mask I’d wear each day,

Hiding the mess, the price I’d pay?

I never meant to break the air,

To crack the world we thought was fair.

But here I am, my soul laid bare,

And still, you don’t seem to care.

The confession came, but went too far—

It pulled us both from where we are.

I tried again, and once more tried,

To open up, to not hide,

But the words, they stumbled in my chest,

Not sure if they’d be heard, expressed.

Each confession felt more like a plea,

A cry for someone else to see.

Yet you, you pulled the walls so high,

And as I fell, I could but sigh.

The truth I sought, the love I yearned,

Was never quite the one you learned.

A simple thing, a fragile trust—

It slipped away, became the dust.

I gave you more than I had planned,

My confession laid out in my hand.

But in return, I got a smile,

A fleeting look that lasted a while,

Then gone, like water in the sand,

Leaving me lost, unable to stand.

I wonder now if I was wrong,

To confess, to speak, to sing my song.

Perhaps the truth is meant to die,

To rest inside where none can pry.

Or maybe silence is the key,

A lock to keep what's meant to be.

The words I spoke were raw and real,

But what was it you failed to feel?

Did you not see the weight I bore,

The secrets hiding ever more?

Or did you simply not care enough,

To listen to my heart so rough?

Now, when I speak, I keep it light,

No more confessions in the night.

The pain it lingers, but I’ll try

To keep my truths beneath the sky.

For sometimes, confessions gone wrong

Are the echoes that carry on too long.

I wonder now if you recall,

The confessions that caused the fall.

Perhaps you never truly knew,

What I laid bare, what I gave to you.

The truth I spoke, so filled with hope,

Was met with nothing but the rope.

A rope that pulled me from your side,

A truth I tried so hard to hide.

Yet in the end, my voice was lost,

And still I pay the bitter cost.

For confessions gone wrong never cease,

They leave behind a hollow peace.

But I’ll keep going, onward still,

Letting time and silence fill

The empty space between my words,

The things we said, the things we heard.

For confessions made in hopes of trust

Can sometimes leave behind the dust.

And so I learn to live with grace,

To let the silence take its place.

For confessions gone wrong are the price

We pay for truth, for love, for lies.

The weight of secrets, heavy, long—

They linger, but we must move on.

In time, I’ll heal, though I may doubt,

The words I spoke, the love I sought.

For confessions gone wrong, in the end,

Are not the breaking—they’re the bend.

A twist, a turn, a lesson learned,

In the fires of what I yearned.

The river of truth, it moves along,

Sometimes right, sometimes wrong.

And though the waters may divide,

The journey’s worth the troubled tide.

For even in confessions flawed,

We find ourselves, however odd.

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Confessions Gone Wrong

I told you once, a quiet truth,

A secret held since I was youth.

My heart, it trembled, hands were cold,

But I let go what I once controlled.

A whispered wish, a broken prayer,

I never thought you'd even care.

But you, you smiled and turned away,

As if my words had lost their way.

The silence stretched, it tore apart,

The threads that held my fragile heart.

A confession meant to bring us near,

Only pushed you further from here.

I told you everything I knew,

Each fault, each flaw, each shade of blue,

How I had loved, how I had failed,

How in the end, my trust had sailed

Into the dark, into the void,

Where truth is lost and hope destroyed.

I thought that you would see me clear,

That you'd embrace my darkest fear.

But your eyes, they glazed and flicked away,

As if I spoke in tongues, astray.

A confession born of too much pain,

You saw it, felt it, yet remained the same.

I poured myself into the night,

Let all my secrets take their flight.

But the words fell flat, like shattered glass,

Unheard, untouched, they didn't last.

Each syllable, each breath I spent,

A burning weight, a harsh lament.

I begged for you to understand,

To take my heart, to hold my hand.

But in the end, you took your leave,

With nothing left but webs I weave.

A confession turned to dust and ash,

Each fragment part of some cruel crash.

Was it my fault, my trembling voice,

That led me down this bitter choice?

Was it my truth that broke us then,

Or simply the way we’d never mend?

I wished for closeness, warmth, a kiss,

Instead, I found an aching abyss.

You said you loved me, that was true,

But did you love the me I knew?

The raw, the real, the unrefined,

Or just a version that you’d find

In the polished mask I’d wear each day,

Hiding the mess, the price I’d pay?

I never meant to break the air,

To crack the world we thought was fair.

But here I am, my soul laid bare,

And still, you don’t seem to care.

The confession came, but went too far—

It pulled us both from where we are.

I tried again, and once more tried,

To open up, to not hide,

But the words, they stumbled in my chest,

Not sure if they’d be heard, expressed.

Each confession felt more like a plea,

A cry for someone else to see.

Yet you, you pulled the walls so high,

And as I fell, I could but sigh.

The truth I sought, the love I yearned,

Was never quite the one you learned.

A simple thing, a fragile trust—

It slipped away, became the dust.

I gave you more than I had planned,

My confession laid out in my hand.

But in return, I got a smile,

A fleeting look that lasted a while,

Then gone, like water in the sand,

Leaving me lost, unable to stand.

I wonder now if I was wrong,

To confess, to speak, to sing my song.

Perhaps the truth is meant to die,

To rest inside where none can pry.

Or maybe silence is the key,

A lock to keep what's meant to be.

The words I spoke were raw and real,

But what was it you failed to feel?

Did you not see the weight I bore,

The secrets hiding ever more?

Or did you simply not care enough,

To listen to my heart so rough?

Now, when I speak, I keep it light,

No more confessions in the night.

The pain it lingers, but I’ll try

To keep my truths beneath the sky.

For sometimes, confessions gone wrong

Are the echoes that carry on too long.

I wonder now if you recall,

The confessions that caused the fall.

Perhaps you never truly knew,

What I laid bare, what I gave to you.

The truth I spoke, so filled with hope,

Was met with nothing but the rope.

A rope that pulled me from your side,

A truth I tried so hard to hide.

Yet in the end, my voice was lost,

And still I pay the bitter cost.

For confessions gone wrong never cease,

They leave behind a hollow peace.

But I’ll keep going, onward still,

Letting time and silence fill

The empty space between my words,

The things we said, the things we heard.

For confessions made in hopes of trust

Can sometimes leave behind the dust.

And so I learn to live with grace,

To let the silence take its place.

For confessions gone wrong are the price

We pay for truth, for love, for lies.

The weight of secrets, heavy, long—

They linger, but we must move on.

In time, I’ll heal, though I may doubt,

The words I spoke, the love I sought.

For confessions gone wrong, in the end,

Are not the breaking—they’re the bend.

A twist, a turn, a lesson learned,

In the fires of what I yearned.

The river of truth, it moves along,

Sometimes right, sometimes wrong.

And though the waters may divide,

The journey’s worth the troubled tide.

For even in confessions flawed,

We find ourselves, however odd.