Another angst-ridden poem written in the same time period as 'Well, Who Knew?' was, but again, I'd forgotten to do anything about it until recently. I decided to publish this as a love poem because though on both ends, this poem was written about friends, I am aware it reads like something romance-oriented. Either way, hopefully soon I will write something new and actually upload it sometime sooner than nearly two years later, lol.

But anyway, hope you like it. Please leave feedback :)

I'm sorry.

I wasn't the friend
you thought I was.
Oh, I wanted to be,
I really did.
And I did try,
that much is true.
The times we spent together
were ones I enjoyed.
The teasing, the laughter,
the secrets confessed,
the fears shared,
all were cherished by me.

I wanted to support you,
be that person in
your corner, that
shoulder you could cry on.
But my heart, you see,
was always pulled in
his direction, always his direction.
And so that was where I
yearned to be.
Continually, constantly, I'd
be searching for him and
in that longing I'd find
myself resentful of your presence.
And if ever I was with you,
when I could have been with him,
I found I could not forgive you.
Instead, I forgot you, forgot
what you meant to me.

The silly thing is, my heart
is still pulled in his direction,
even though now
I cannot search for him so easily.
And in truth, I find myself looking over
the memories of him
rather than you.
I find myself more eager to
share a story from my life
with him, instead of you.

But still, I find myself
thinking, thinking of you,
and hoping I still
mean something to you.

So, I don't think that I
was ever the friend
you thought I was.
I tried, but I don't think
it even came close.
And truly, I am
sorry for that.

I'm sorry.