Paths Poem by Charles Burgos

Walking down the street, holding hands
Nothing but happiness, and no demands

In the past, we met and had very little to say
At the end of it all, we ended it the same way

I still think of you sometimes, and wonder why?
Then I remember, I broke your heart and made you cry

It's funny how people touch you, and change you for the best
Once it's over, you fall into alcohol, drugs and women, just like the rest

Self destruction seems to be the only way
To forget the memories, and try to make it through the day

Years of being lost, seeing nothing beyond the haze
Getting on the right path again, lifts the haze

You saw me when I stood tall, confident, and filled with pride
I'm happy you didn't see me fall, and to much partying, I almost died

It was awake up call I needed, reality slapped me in the face
I was living too fast, I needed to slow down my pace

I don't blame you for any of the hurt, or pain
I brought it on myself with bad choices, now I'm living again

It's a hard path to walk, correcting the right from wrong
Still I'm searching, for a place to belong

Maybe one day I'll write a book, and help others see
But for now it's poetry, letting the world get to know me

I told you very little, about my life, and my jaded past
Maybe if I opened up more, our love would last

I didn't want to fall for you, or you for me
Our lives just crossed, short moments of glee

I've grown from my mistakes, I'm ready to apolegize to you
What I did, How you trusted, and what I put you through

All the words I spoke, came straight from my heart
When you look at me, your eyes tear me apart

I thought I was helping you by walking away
I picked the wrong words, and saw your heart slayed

I opened up to you, more then the rest
It might not have been much, but those moments were the best

Ask me anything, I'll tell my secrets, and my shame
I'm responsible for my life, I'm to blame

I walk down this path, alone, but strong
No destination in mind, take my hand, and come along

I have no idea if you'll talk to me again
I know I hurt you, it's hard for a new friendship to begin

Hear my words, touch my face, and see my eyes
Get a knife and cut me open, it's your time to see what's inside

You've become the one I never thought would be
The one who took a prisoner, and set him free

I'm sorry for the pain
Hurting you, hurt me more