You Didn’t Mean to Hurt Me | Poetry Remix No. 29

you didn't mean to hurt me
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Dear friends. . . I know that you didn’t mean to hurt me. You just couldn’t see how I was cracking up on the inside. See, we came from different sides of life.  While I didn’t have a choice but to grew up young, you enjoyed your childhood.

And I ran away, every day
for no reason.
I was running from myself
but I could never escape.

Dear friends, it’s been a lot of years since we last saw each other. But I still think about you all from time to time. Isn’t it funny how, when we grow up, we understand things so much more. Maybe, if I just told you what I was going through. . . instead of just hiding. . . we could still be friends.

But I ran away, every day
for no reason
I was running from myself
and I could never escape.

Dear friends, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t know that you couldn’t see how I was cracking up on the inside. Maybe our paths will cross again one day. Or maybe our kids can be friends. And maybe we can hang out one last time. And maybe it can be just like it was back then. . .

But I ran away, every day
and I could never escape.

Friends, do you ever feel trapped in past regrets? Or trapped in your pain? In your own mind? Sometimes we have to speak those things in order to let go. . .

My Love Has Fallen

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