poem/photography post

[in_cog_ni_to]

If only he'd told
you if only he'd
show if only you'd
let him maybe
you'd know


Too many wishes
granted too fast
you knew when you
saw him it couldn't
last.

And poetry is meaningless
once it has been done
over and over
but you're heart still weighs
a ton.

Because you're nothing to him,
not anymore. you've
done more than you should have
too much to forgive you for.

And you'll never forgive yourself either
you'll dwell in the past
and when he comes near
you'll run away fast

away so fast.