[Toad]

I posted this poem on an INTPforum, but I feel they would just pick it apart and look for structuring instead of really feeling the meaning of the poem.



This is the first poem I've written that I've been satisfied with. I found tears rolling down my cheeks upon finishing it. So here it is.


To the one that loved me

I lay awake at night
Thinking about you and me
And how we weren’t meant to be
All the times I lied to you
All the things I did to hurt you
I was a fool
I didn’t know what love meant
When I told you I loved you
I really thought it was true
Looking back on things now
I was immature
I was inexperienced with love
I never meant to hurt you
But fate is cruel
She picked you
You were chosen
To be the one to show me true love
You loved me… despite me
Thank you for taking my abuse
Thank you for showing me
Thank you for loving me