January 26, 2014
It's been a week since your life
Came to an abrupt end.
And mom says you're in a
"Better place," but
You made a lot of mistakes too.
Who knows
Where you are now.
It's been a week and
I'm still thinking of everything
I should have done better for you,
And for myself.
I'm on number four thousand and seventeen
Which is that I regret using
Your brother's girlfriend to feel better
Whenever we fought,
Instead of telling you I needed you
More than I needed anything else.
I loved you.
I still love you.
And I regret not telling you
When you could have heard it.
I guess that's number
Four thousand and eighteen, too.
