God, I'm sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry.
If this is what you had to go through,
what you felt like,
all that time,
then I'm sorry.
Because this is terrible.
I hate this.
I fucking hate this.
And I understand why you didn't wanna come that saturday.
That amazing,
wonderful,
tiring saturday.
You didn't deserve to have to go through this.
You didn't.
But I'm still selfish,
and I have so many things I wanna say,
that I just don't know how to,
and that I don't know if I even should.
I don't know anymore,
I'm running outta ideas to be honest.
YOU ARE READING
maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
