Tireless

B

I still remember that one day, the day that I knew I fucked you over. I remember the messages and the harsh words you delivered at me, that fucking sliced through me like a knife. I remember feeling so completely and utterly useless as I realised my mistakes, and as you made threats to return the favour. You had ways you could use me, and I wouldn't blame you if you did. But I'm so fucking sorry about everything I did to fuck you over. I miss our talks and the looks we shared when we saw each other before the argument, the flirting we had even though I had a hopeless fucking crush on your brother, I felt something more towards you. Fuck it does my head in now, it's been over four months since that happened and I still remember every single word of it, despite me deleting all your messages. But I know you'll never want to speak to me again, so I'm just going to forget the piece of heart you have of mine, that I leave in everyone. I'm so fucking sorry.