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I'm Sorry

November 1, 2009
By Crimson_Silence BRONZE, San Diego, California
Crimson_Silence BRONZE, San Diego, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Always be 10% smarter then the thing your trying to use"-- My Dad


I know…
I fear because I see
The want
The conclusion
In your eyes

You think you can catch me
But I’m at full speed
Your fingers won’t reach me
I’m an illusion
And you’ll get hurt

I know
That you think that I am simple
An equation where your one
And I’m one
Your innocence cuts me
And I feel pain for the outcome

Because I can’t be with you
The way you want me to
Because I can’t see you
The way you need me to

And you’ll get hurt
And I’ll feel guilty
What’s the point of all this pain

I know
Because I see
The want
The conclusion in your mind
That can never be

I’ll lose you because I can’t love you
I’ll lose you because you won’t understand
I know…
Trust me…I know


The author's comments:
A certain guy liked me at the time, and I didn't like him- I felt so bad that I just jotted it down on paper and then transferred it here.

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on Dec. 5 2009 at 12:51 pm
chrisbriones GOLD, Anaheim, California
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Favorite Quote:
"I believe nothing can be justly and completely explained by words."

and, if i may, please read my poem as well. id love to hear your tender thoughts.

on Dec. 5 2009 at 12:50 pm
chrisbriones GOLD, Anaheim, California
11 articles 0 photos 83 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I believe nothing can be justly and completely explained by words."

oh this delicate culture of love, painridden and of guilt. ignorance and false hope are what we all strive on. that poor boy who saw you for an angel, he was ignorant. you, declining his fallacy---triumphant. for love is trifled with, pain inevitable, and heartbreak the norm.

oh how sincere you are, you of human emotion and purity. i have never read a poem of this perspective, the view in which the writer is the pain iducer. but your actions are just and wise.

its a beautiful poem. it cannot be measured.

you are the artist. behold, your art.