As much as I wanted you to stop giving me mixed signals, I don't want you to totally leave. As much as I want you to tell me what you want, I'm afraid you're going to say you want her more. 'Cause what if you do say you want her more, I'd be left here wondering what I could have done better, or why you didn't choose me, why she's what you want. Because if I hadn't messed it up so bad, we would be going on three or four months, I would be happy; but no, I messed up as always and I apologize that I'm always messing up and then crying about it but I know this is the worst I've messed up in a long time. I thought I was doing good, I thought I was being better, I guess I had thought wrong.
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PoetryA collection of words, formed while finding myself and the heartbreak along the way. "I loved it, every freaking word. I love it." - Katelyn (09-03-17)
