You Where Right.... - Poem by Kevin Carney
I’ve should have listened to you…
I know you were looking out for my best interest.
You told me I would get hurt in the end.
Too naïve I was to listen.
Too stubborn I was to realize you knew better.
It was you who could see it all in the end.
I think it hurt you and me…
I think we used to be closer…
I now realize that I should have known what you were saying.
I just didn’t believe that I could be wrong.
Only now I see that you might have been right.
You told me to watch myself…
You tried to explain that I would see only sadness in the end.
Still you stood by, knowing all along I should have taken what you said.
Too long we have known each other…
Too stupid I was not to put my trust in your gut feeling…
It was to everyone else I should have listened…
The warnings were there…
Still I just had to forge ahead…
I had to protect her and shield her from her own destruction.
Believing that I could protect her.
You had nothing to gain in all of this…
Just the true friend you have always been…
Looking out and watching my back…
Still I wouldn’t or couldn’t listen.
I ask for you to forgive me?
The funny thing is I still have not fully let go.
The frustration abounds…
The sleepless nights are still around…
It’s almost like an addiction…
You might call it a misguided love…
I just don’t know how to explain it…
All I know is I should of listened…
So long ago, when you pulled me aside.
To try to warn me what I was in for…
You just didn’t want to tell me how stupid I was going to be.
Now in so deep, I finally am learning what you saw.
I am trying to remember what drew me this way…
It’s all so true, you saw it right.
It’s tearing me apart in the end…
I just should have listened to you…
And let go before it was too late…
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