The poems I ran out of time to send.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I don't make you laugh anymore, 

or enhance your smile like before.

I'm sorry I let you go, 

even though, 

I wanted you forever.

I'm sorry I'm not kind, 

I'm sorry that you couldn't find, 

perfection in me.

I'm sorry I turned away, 

and didn't savour the day,

I was your favourite.

I'm sorry I didn't hold you, 

as tight as I would've, 

if I could've realised, 

nothing good lasts forever.

I'm sorry I held you back, 

made you lack, 

in happiness.

I'm sorry I forced you to like me, 

and not forced you to hate me.

I'm sorry I made myself think we ever had a chance, 

or that we would ever dance, 

be lost in a trance, 

or prance through the meadows again.

No matter how much I long for you, 

I know you are happy.

And though it hurts, 

I hope the stains my love created, 

never deflated,

 your life.

And as I watch you walk away, 

I long for the day,

you turn around, 

run back round,

into my arms.

But, I know,

that you are now happier, 

and though that pains me to hear,

that's worth more than my fear,

Of losing you...