You Trusted Me,
You Told Me Everything,
I Didn't Know These Were Secrets,
I Messed Up,
And Now, I Am A Slave To My Own Mess.

You Say, It Is Okay,
But I know, It Is Not Okay,
I Can Feel The Distance,
I Can Feel The Ignorance,
I Can Feel The Torment Of My Mess.

I Wish I Had A Time Machine,
So I Could Rewind My Mess,
I Wish I Had An Eraser,
So I Could Erase My Mess,
I Wish I Could Take Full Responsibility For My Mess.

I Am Ashamed Of Myself,
I Can't Even Trust My Own Self,
If I Could, I Would Punish Myself,
Just To Set Things Right Again,
Or To Get Trusted Once Again.

I Know I Am Not Worth Your Forgiveness,
But, I Am Truly Sorry,
I Know I Initiated The Mess,
Yes, I Will Carry The Cross,
I Know Everything About Me Disgusts You,
So Unfortunate, I Can't Leave You.

Michael Dylan
Mya Moore
14/02/2024, 23:30.

© Michael Dylan