She will never love me the way you used too...
I am sorry I hurt you
I am sorry it is possibly to late for the realization to actually matter
I just wish I knew what I was doing before I did it
I am sorry that I envied you for being able to do things on your own
For the way you never felt when you held things together
-Wishing I had a time machine to fix the past 3 years of my life
P.s You never ruined anything I was just to prideful that there are other ways to fix things
YOU ARE READING
late night cries
PoezjaThe thoughts that have managed to spurge themselves on paper. Internal cries that never really feel are heard when said verbally.
