• I'm sorry for loving.
    I'm sorry for hurting.
    But will you bother to accept,
    to reject
    my apology.
    Apologies.
    That's all I ever say
    these days,
    they are hard
    on me
    on you
    on her.
    But is it MY fault,
    that SHE chose
    the knife
    that brings MY strife?
    But yet still,
    your name
    gives me chills,
    of love
    of pain.
    But yet you don't see me try
    to die,
    I still cry
    of pain,
    when you left me.
    Bleeding,
    dying on the floor.
    You just shut the door.
    Blocking out my cries.
    That won't solve the problem.
    I'm still here, alive,
    but her cries,
    and your lies,
    my tries
    to clear our lives
    of knives
    of hate
    I'll give it to you straight.
    You say that you love her,
    she says she loves you,
    i love you,
    she has you.
    But she cuts because of jealousy,
    of me?
    when she has everything.
    Cuz Everything is you.
    It's true.
    Don't tell me that your not.
    Cuz that's another lie
    that I'm tired of.
    Tired of your love,
    but your my drug.
    Ironic.
    But still true,
    and now I'm working up the courage,
    to send this poem to you,
    as I panic,
    over what you"ll say
    today...
    If you even try
    to reply,
    and that text WILL make me cry.
    I love you, can't trust you, first one...
    Still true.