I’m so sorry that I love you.
Trust me, there are days I want
to forget the the world you placed
inside my head. It was great
until you said I’d never
have the right to be your friend.
Now, it’s stuck there, and perhaps
that’s why we can’t start again.
Copyright 2016 by Jessica McLean. File sharing is encouraged.
Dedicated to Elise, in memory of all the good times we shared together. I will never be the same, all because we were friends.~
Correction: An earlier version of this poem used the sentence: “Trust me, there are days I would rather forget the whole world you placed inside my head.” While this is correct in explaining the emotions and intentions of the poet, it does not meet the restrictions and requirements of this form. This makes the third line 9 syllables instead of 7, the correct number for a third line of a semi-perfect sonnet such as this. Thus, it has been changed to: “Trust me, there are days I want to forget the world you placed inside my head.” This more accurately meets the needs of this form.
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