Waste Of Time Poem by Tessa Hanson

This may be the first poem ever written directly to myself
The first poem I don’t believe I will share with anyone else.
I have found myself somewhere I vowed never to go, somewhere I all to well don’t want to know because I know how these things go they never get better they ball up like the snow until the situation gets to that point of no return and there’s no way to escape with out someone getting burned but by then it’s to late to take any concern knowing all this you’d think by now I had learned instead of raising my hand to take another turn. All I can say is this was not what I had expected, I have a heart and only tried to protect it, I had your heart and never meant to disrespect it. I found reason to cross that line I tried to use your actions to justify mine, that’s usually one of the biggest signs that we are about to waste an immense amount of time.