I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for bodies I explored and lips I kissed that were not yours.
I'm sorry I don't know how to unlove or unfuck former flames, even more so for the embers still aglow.
Mostly I'm sorry for running out of promises I haven't already made before.
I've become a living apology, I am sorry.
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Letters to Jessica
Ficción GeneralBut as her eyes began to close And her temperature began to drop And the tears began to fall I did not say a word And as the black began to appear And the funeral began to start I found myself with a pen and paper I haven't stopped writing yet.
