Grand Theft Poetry

Just when I thought I'd seen it all

I saw the tears start to fall off his cheeks

I hurried to my feet

Darting accross the room

because I didn't want to here him speak

I'm not ready for the vicious reality

that he will bring to me

I just want to go back to my corner

where I have no worry or care

where I can sit alone

I'll wither and die there

I had become a coward

never moving forward or back

Just standing, consumed with guilt

I knew what he had to say

would make my whole world tilt

I knew I should have been there

Instead of hiding out
But the past is the past now
There is no going back