Question

I wrote a poem for some of my friends im sorry if i forgot someone give feeback also please lol

Answer 1

I have a way of messing up
the things I love the most,
like I don’t realize their value
until I’m standing in the aftermath.
Some regrets stay quiet,
others follow me everywhere.

N,
I regret how I let our friendship fall apart.
I’m sorry for the words I didn’t choose better,
for the space I helped create,
for not protecting something
that mattered more than I knew then.

The holidays don’t feel the same anymore.
The lights feel colder,
the rooms feel emptier,
and joy comes with a memory attached.

Momma,
I miss your voice, your guidance,
the way your love made everything feel safe.

Grandma,
I miss your warmth, your strength,
the way home lived inside you.

JJ,
my best friend,
your absence is loud in every season,
especially the ones meant for happiness.

Noah,
thank you for being steady
when my world feels unbalanced.

Mari,
you remind me that softness
can still exist after everything.

Madi,
your laughter pulls me back
when my thoughts get too heavy.

Zai,
you show up in ways
you don’t even realize matter.

Ash,
you see me on the hard days
and stay anyway.

I’ve lost, I’ve regretted,
I’ve loved imperfectly.
But I’m learning how to hold people gentler,
how to say sorry,
how to keep going.

Even if the holidays aren’t the same,
their love and yours
still lives inside me,
and that’s how I find the strength
to keep choosing hope.

Answer 2

you took out time for this; this is good this is natural