I’m sorry for forcing myself back in,
The problem is I’m broken,
And I’ve tried hard to fix those parts,
But that didn’t happen until after we met.
I see how things went, and I’m happy for those moments,
The days when we would talk for hours,
It was us against the world,
Because of the shit that had always befallen us.
Now we don’t talk.
Now if something were to happen to me,
I wonder if you would care,
Or if you would even know at all.
I’m sorry.
The last thing I wanted was another regret,
And how things went between us,
Just left me with more in so many ways.
