You Made Me A Poet

"Fucked up me"

I'm sorry...
That's something I should say first.
I'm sorry for dragging you back in my messy fucked up life style.
I fucked up and I need to own it.
I am so fucking sorry...
I suck at forgiveness and that's why it's more fucked up for wanting yours.
I miss you, I think about you all the time and I can't stop. All I want is to touch you, to kiss you, to see you!
To just lay in bed with you and no one else.
Moments of us replay in my mind over and over.
I wanted to turn around that day.
At the mall.
I wanted to stand there and let you see me just as much as I wanted to see you.
I dream of us, of you.
Waking up next to you and admiring you as you remain still asleep but that's just a dream and then I wake up and you're not there. You never were.