Hurting

If I hurt you...
It was a mistake.
It wasn’t my intent..

I loved you like the bull is brave.

I didn’t see until it was too late.
I couldn’t believe 
you were 
on your way. 

Now I hurt myself, 
everyday.

Treating my body like a garbage bin.
Consuming anything that will harm me.
Assuming two wrongs will make it right.

But it will not, 

like one knot 
wont be tight.

So I write..

“like the soil grows produce..
Words grow my views..
even when forgotten, 
still hold the truth”.