Intoxicated Stupidity Poem by Dakota Ellerton

I sit and I sober,
pondering the days.
I have been rather cruel.
To his face,
I told him he and I would never marry.
‘As if you just said that’.
It burned my throat,
to speak so ill.
It took days to see how cruel that was.
The cuts multiplied on his arm,
I watched them grow angry.
Each carved into my own flesh,
waking with blood on my arm.
It was my words,
that had led to this.
Intoxicated stupidity.
I regret it.