Never was the intention of hurt , my trigger.

Still, I let that one bullet go. 

Never was my goal to decease your happiness.

Still, I made it look like so. 

As I regret thoughtfully the pain I caused, 

I can not compensate for loss. 

The loss of being able to manage oneself, 

Without shattering the fragile soul that remains locked. 

Locked and unseen by the public eye, 

I’m truly sorry to make you cry. 

Deeply overwhelmed I prefer to fade, 

But still am I to take such blame. 

As I stare at my reflection I constantly yell, 

Not at the mirror but at the person staring right there. 

In hopes of ending viciously circled storms,

Patience is the main virtue to fight such hazardous norms.

I beg you to accept my deepest thoughts,

Before time slips away with our ignorance.

Leaving both of us; the same person to rot.