Sins

1.1

I am cold

without his arms

wrapped around

me at night.

I am full of goosebumps

without his jumpers.

I am lost without

his eyes to help me

find my way.

I am a speck of dust

without him to

hold my hand.

I am sorry for being

clingy,

but I unwillingly

made him my rock

knowing that he

would soon leave and

it's like I can't let go.

I am now stuck in the

moment of replaying

the past and I

can't seem to will

myself to press play.

I am sorry for being

naive and too trusting

and not believing

him when he said

that he would ruin me,

but he was my

way out and I couldn't

help but automatically

trust him.

I'm sorry for playing

with fire, but I fell in

love with the thought

of danger.

I fell in love

with him.

I'm sorry.