Poem #104

You were just good with words, talked your
way out of everything, but with your back
against the wall you crumbled like a scared
child. With me knowing what you did, words
that got you into that mess couldn’t get you out.

It became easy to leave you after I had
realized you weren’t the hero I needed.
I was, all along.

7 thoughts on “Poem #104

  1. beautiful… <3

  2. People believe in heros but real life is not a mitologic story. Today I read something for Zadar. I know who is Sveti Donat Zadaranin! 👼

    1. Wow, that’s great. You should definitely visit Croatia now haha

  3. Powerful!! Nice and true, we should always aim to be our own heroes!!

  4. I appreciate you sharing this……This words really touched me!

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