Unsaid

I still remember that fateful day,

that changed my life, brought me to this way.
If only I could turn back the things that happened.
The effect of my actions, if only I could mend.

A lot of stuff have constantly been on my mind,
and it seems that this past I could not leave behind.
I've always wondered how the circumstances could've played,
if back then I had acknowledged the feelings I used to evade.

I've left so many things unsaid,
and to this consequence I had been led.
I am paying the price for the mistakes I've done before,
had I not been so foolish, I could've been happy and more.

I will always blame myself for the love that I lost.
My misplaced pride is the root, is the cause.
I truly regret what I've done to your heart,
in protecting my own, I tore yours apart.

So here I am now, knocking on your door,
and you might ask me, what my visit is for.
I am here to ask forgiveness and to confess to you,
though it may be too late, but still, this I will do.

I know you may not forgive me, nor accept my attempt for romance,
because back then I broke your heart and effectively screw up my chance.
I cannot blame you if you cannot yet forgive me,
I can only blame myself for I did not immediately see.
You are my everything, you're the only remedy to my pain,
And until you're mine again, my life will be an unending rain.


*This poem was an accompaniment to my novelette which was also entitled "Unsaid", rather, it was a poem I wrote to be used in that novelette.