No Going Back for Us. Poem 3
I made my bed. I was stupid
No Going Back for Us
You don’t reply
and I don’t blame you
I left,
said it like a promise
as if better waited round the bend
as if you were just the warm-up act
He spoke with gold
you spoke with truth
guess which one I chose
I see it now
the way his charm went stale
the way his hands grew distant
while yours had always held me right
I told myself I needed more
but more was empty
more was cold
and now I know
it wasn’t more I wanted
just different
and I mistook the two
You won’t forgive me
you shouldn’t
there’s no room to beg
when I tore the trust myself
This silence
is the price
and I wear it
There is no going back, you say
and I respect your wishes
I caused all this after all
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (6)
I love the way you put your poems together as little connecting sets that tell a story.
Raw and honest. Regret has never been so quietly powerful. You captured that ache of knowing it’s too late, perfectly.
A poem that allows one to get a lot off their chests and minds. Good job.
That was tense!
This was so beautifully painful.
Nice work! 👏👏👏👏