Priety

The night I confessed to you, I got hit by a car, I remembered the day, you smiled at me and, asked me to take a seat.

No one ever did that to me, I really felt good, I don’t trust myself for that, I blame it on my desperation, and the ask for affection.

I very soon started imagining, it’s my mistake and not yours.

You never asked for it, but I still walked with you, shared with you, laughed with you, it’s my mistake and not yours.

My instinct talks to me more than anyone, she always told me, “It won’t work out” But, I fought with it, it was my mistake and never yours.

I remember, when we shared the snack, when you stabbed the broccoli in my noodles. because I hated veggies, We shared a lot of times, and I interpreted everything wrong, It was my mistake and not at all yours.

You left a lingering smell around, It was a different one, and I absolutely loved it It was my mistake and nowhere yours.

I am not a rockstar, I’m just a kid, I’m not a hero, I’m just a boy. Who had to write this poem

I can never call you, “Sweetheart” Now, I can never walk, with you on the glory wheel,

I can never forget your smell, your smile, your voice, your practicality, the bullets, and the poignant moments,

The dead said, “You did not wait” “You did not do it right” “You should’ve waited” But, those ghouls did not know, I went so far that, I fought with my instinct

The car was burning, and I’m lying on the pavement sulken in blood people surrounded me when I struggled breathing I have stopped my heart, But, I have 3 last words for you, the three words that matter, “You are innocent”