Things are set in stone
I set him free with a push off the cliff of my own unannounced fears
He fell farther than I wished
I fell with him only he softened my fall
He was crushed twice for my inability to live with myself
I wish I had be brave
I wish i had worked it out
I wish that I didn’t push him to fall
I wish I had just fallen myself
We don’t speak anymore
It’s as if the other doesn’t exist
It’s my fault and I know that
It’s my fault and I hope he understands that
Before I pushed him I thought we had what it took
My demons didn’t think so
I infected him through myself
He loved someone who couldn’t be loved
And for that I am forever sorry
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Abigail Wadsworth
Abigail Wadsworth is a first time writer who lives in Durand, Michigan. She has freshly graduated high school and stayed with the marching band as their photographer. She inspires to bring hope and adventure to her readers.
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