It was a fight
A dumb fight.
A fight over nothing.
A fight that could have been prevented.
A fight that ruined us.
What we had.
What we could've had.
I tried to fix it, to make it better-
But the wound brought you to your knees.
A mental wound is no different than physical,
You can't undo the damage.
I can't undo the pain you underwent.
I can leave you to heal,
And that is all I am capable of.
I'm no doctor.
I can't fix it for you.
I leave it up to you.
But if you need any assistance..
I'm right here,
And my sincerest apologies go to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem