Dark Places
i am sorry i let you
stain your hands
in my dark places
i am sorry i watched you
ignore the orange signs
“danger ahead”
but you loved me
so you kept walking
walking right into my dark place.
i am sorry i let my darkness
wrap his hands around your throat
his suicidal ideation had an iron grip
and you were gasping for breath
but he had me chained to the wall
i could not save you
from my dark place,
and i am so sorry for that.
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