I must make a confession:
I cried the day I washed your shirt,
Because now it doesn't smell like you.
I love the moments I want to forget,
I wish I could let go like you do.
I loved the time we spent away,
When I didn't have to see you.
Confession:
I cried the day I told my mom
The way I felt about you.
I cried the moment that she cried,
When she said I was in love, I knew.
I cried yesterday in the rain,
Because what I gave would never be enough.
Confession:
I know I'll be the one to send that text.
I know, because I always do.
And you'll reply unfaithfully,
And once again I'll fall for you.
But when the sun rises through the trees,
And the sheets are forever stained,
You'll be gone, and I'll broken again.
In the morning light I'll curse the rule of threes.
Confession:
I'm tired of living, if I'm living only for your gaze.
For the moments your hands touch my skin,
And put my mind in a haze.
And to be hopeful, when you come back all be gone.
With a blood stained letter on the windowsill.
Can I leave you behind?
Confession:
I never will.
