message in a bottle of wine

*ten*

I thought you were handling the pain.
I thought I was the one suffering the most
because
I miss her smile,
her laugh,
her warm hugs.
I miss the way I trusted her all my secrets.
And I just thought you were better than me
because
you were smiling,
laughing,
and giving warm hugs,
but you were not trusting me all your secrets.
If I knew...
If I just knew how teared apart you were
maybe,
just maybe,
I could've done more,
I could have helped you to not cry yourself to sleep
all those nights I wasn't here,
'cause I was broken somewhere else.
I'm sorry I wasn't home.
I'm sorry I wasn't even near.
I'm sorry I couldn't hear your cry for help because mine was too loud.
I wish I could just go back...
Just a few minutes...
When your eyes were still shining bright,
alive...
I only wish I could've been better
because I was so caught up in my own feelings about losing her,
that I forgot
you lost her too.