The boundary of your vision is the boundary of your manifestation,
How far you see defines your destination.
Every man\u2019s size is shaped by his estimation,
Yet all you do is put the blame on me, without hesitation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You think I\u2019m the one who walked away,
That I left you wounded, with nothing to say.
You believe I spread the negativity wide,
That I was afraid, and I ran to hide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But you don\u2019t see the battles I fought,
The nights I cried, the strength I sought.
I tried to defend you before my family\u2019s eyes,
Faced judgment and whispers, and endless lies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I tried to tell the world to let us be,
To see the love that once grew between you and me.
I begged friends to stop their cruel conversation,
Yet all you do is place me in condemnation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wish I had the power to rewrite our fate,
To change the timing before it was too late.
I didn\u2019t plan for us to stumble and fall,
Yet here I am, bearing the weight of it all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m trying to fight, though my strength runs thin,
Trying to forgive myself from within.
But the thought of the child I may never hold,
Leaves a hollow ache, an emptiness untold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If life were a phone, I\u2019d reset,
Erase the regrets, the pain, and debt.
But life isn\u2019t that simple, no easy restart,
Just a man with guilt and a broken heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m sorry for what I did to you,
For the dreams we shattered, the plans we withdrew.
I\u2019m sorry we became parents before we were ready,
When life felt fragile instead of steady.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One day, if fate allows us to meet,
I\u2019ll apologize fully, with words complete.
I\u2019ll try to mend what\u2019s been torn apart,
But don\u2019t put all the blame on my heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We both made choices that brought us here,
Through love, confusion, joy, and fear.
Let\u2019s face the truth, the hurt, and the pain,
And find a way to start again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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