Cold air lingers as I try not to remember,
Only pushing you away from what we then were.
Listen to me carefully, I had to walk away for me,
Though I wish I hadn’t done it so horribly.
On those last few days, when I spoke to you,
Nothing made me regret more then what I put you through.
Because I did it in a way that was beyond wrong.
Like a bird with no vocals trying to sing a song.
Over text on our final days you were hurt the most,
On everyday that followed, I was just your ghost.
My heart could never give a worthy-enough apology.
-Yours truly, from what’s left inside of me.
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