
i have to make this right,
this will be my last time for you,
if i fuck up i can't fix it.
you hurt me,
i wish i could hurt you back,
i can't.
I'd love to move on to where you are,
but I'm not ready,
something about taking things a step at a time.
I'm sorry for everything,
though I'm not sorry enough to chase after you any longer.
i don't know who it is,
but I'm sure they'll be good for you,
better than i could have been.
we were a waste of time,
everything we had was a waste.
i guessed i never did realize that lust,
is the only real thing at this point in life,
and love isn't a game I'm ready to play anyhow.
at this point in time,
i don't want to be friends or anything close.
at this point in time we've never met.
still i wish you the best of luck in life,
and i still hope you'll realize that i was the best for you,
even if i wont be there when you make the revelation.
this is my last blog to you,
i have to make it perfect,
because if i fuck up i can't fix it.
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