It was so long ago, the last time I heard her speak. I can hardly remember how she tastes. Her soft touch wasn't the same as the other girls. The look in her eyes were filled with love. She was the type of girl who would try to please the world. What a silly girl, attempting the impossible. I guess that's what made it so easy to manipulate her. Every fight, easily I could turn on her. Hell we both knew it was all my fault, but she'd always take the blame.
Now when I see her, glance at her wrist I blame every scar for me. As if each one is for the times I've hurt her. I tried to apologize, but she said I flatter myself too much.
Sometimes I want to wake up knowing it was a dream, and I'll go back to 6 months ago when we were fresh and new. I would've held her more, I would've loved her. There's a lot I would've changed.
