All the times I failed
and let you down.
All the sad, angry, desperate faces
I've seen you wear.
All the lives we've ruined,
mostly our own.
All the pins I feel
in my skin and yours.
All the hate raged upon me
while you stared blankly.
All the love I feel
for you, but not me.
All the nights I didn't sleep
because the tears wouldn't stop.
All the secrets I hold
hidden in the folds of my fat.
All the actions you've inflicted
weigh me down.
My heart hurts, torn apart
from all of you.
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The "you" mentioned in this poem is a combined person of many people in my life: Integrity, Red Delicious, practically everyone I know from my old school. Different lines are different people who mean different things to me. But above all, I love them.
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