Writing my wrongs

To the one I hurt. I start by saying I'm sorry. Because the version of you loved was never me, but what people created me to be. I loved you. And I know it was hard to see Because of my actions. But truth is, I loved you, and I was losing myself in the process of it. I know my actions and my words don't align, but truth is I loved you The irony of it all When you left My heart, You kept. Hurting you broke me either way. To the one I hurt. I start by saying I'm sorry. And I thought us breaking up would tarnish the feeling of loving you, But the irony My heart You kept it with you. #BleedingInkPoetry