I'm sorry.
That I made you love me, when I didn't love myself.
That you showed me your vulnerability because I made you think that there was no one else.
I'm sorry for laughing, when I should have been crying.
For leaving, and running away, when it was my fault all along.
For making you feel like you weren't good enough, and everyone else was right, and you, wrong.
That I made you think you were bad for me, when it was the other way around.
I'm sorry.
For misleading you, and making you lost, when you wanted to be found.
For hurting you, when I swear I just wanted to love you.
I'm sorry I let you think anyone could touch you, or that there were some above you.
That I whispered poems of love, but I had ambivalent feelings.
For reopening, and worsening all your cuts, and wounds, that I should have been healing.
That I was closed off. That we wasted each other’s time.
For pretending that I was soft. For only making sense in my rhyme.
I'm sorry.
That I kept my promise of not breaking promises, and instead, I broke your heart.
That I robbed you from experiencing true love, and that my intentions were not good from the start.
I'm sorry for making you think that everything was okay, and then doing the unthinkable.
For letting you believe in me, when I should have let you know that I was broken, and unpredictable.
That now, you don’t trust anybody. That you think it’s better not to put yourself out there.
For making you not want to love again. For making you feel like you had to share.
That it’s not fair. I'm sorry again. I know I don’t deserve to, but I think of you every day.
I'm sorry that I always ruin everything, and now that’s all I can say…
I'm sorry.

The wait.
Is what I hate.
Do I go or not?
One or four fruit?
Quick! Before they all rot.
“Wait”, he says. “Wait”, she says.
But my patience is eaten by fear.
It doesn’t make any sense. Every nerve is tense.
Tell me the end is near.
When the end arrives, has my end only begun?
An end to the boring wait, but the end to my fun?
Stop being indecisive. Stop with the “I don’t know”.
Determines if in the end I do live. It’s not a way for me to live.
Tell me all your thoughts and feelings. And in return, my emotions will show.
Make it end! Make it start! Even if I have to change.
Tell me if we end up together or apart.
For you, what do I have to exchange?
My heart?
Friends.
The end has come. It’s no longer near.
Did I get what we wanted? Or what I deserve?
At this point, I honestly don’t care.
The wait.
Is what I hate.
But if it means getting you back...start it over my dear.
One or four fruit? As I sit in the waiting chair.

Your touch is like something from above
How come you have me wrapped up in something called love?
It’s what I’ve been trying to avoid
But when I started talking to you all my plans were destroyed
Why does this mean so much?
All these emotions from just one touch
Face like an angel, eyes purer than the sea
You have no idea what you mean to me
You are my baby and you will always be
You are my baby and the source of my sanity
I can’t share you, I’m sorry I’ve tried, but I’m selfishly in love
Love, good explanation of how I’m hellish, but it’s enough
A lot of definitions of love, but compared to my feelings, they make no sense
If we could only change the past, I'd remove my fence
Only I could go back in time, give my past self some advice
I’d say not to take advantage of how you made the bad things in my life nice
I’d say you never know what you have until it’s gone, so stop all your wars
I’d say because in the future, your baby won’t be gone, it’s just that your baby won’t be yours
Trust me it hurts way more when you know you could’ve prevented it
So I’d say to keep loving you with all the love I got, and to stop all my ****
Just wanted to say I love you, that’s it
And it increases every day, not just a tiny, but a little bit

I don’t want to laugh if it’s not with you.
I don’t want to smile if it’s not with you.
My love for you...it’s air.
I can’t live without it,
It keeps me going.
It’s scary what I’m feeling.
I’m not sure of a lot of things,
Except for you.
My feelings are air as the real we breathe.
You actually change the speed of my heart.
Pools for eyes, touch to drive me mad, and to get anything you want, you know to use your smile.
Not perfect to you, but perfect to me. Flawless. If not...perfect flaws. Hair. Highlight of my day.
Why is it, that the thought of you makes me lose my self control?
Even though i’m not, i can't think straight.
I can’t hide my feelings for you.
First and last thought of the day. First but never last on my list…
But if there’s only one on my list...then aren’t you last?
Would you believe me, or laugh if I said you're the fairest of them all
Your laugh does wonders. Your touch does miracles. Your smile keeps me sane.
Everytime I see you, I feel like i'm flying. But it’s weird because i know that i'm falling.
If I had one wish in the world, no hesitation it’d be to see you everyday
Given the chance, I’d listen to your heartbeat on repeat.
You always stood apart from the rest.
Just let me, and i'll love you. Even when i hate myself...maybe even more
I know I can’t live without air...but i’ll rather have you.
You’re the one I need for sure.

She fell in the hole again
But this time she knew where she fell
She embraced the shadows, the dark, her end
Her old, and newest demons as well
In the hole again, with another knife in her back
Why did she never learn?
Back again, she'll come.
But with a third knife in her back.
Always on the wrong track.
She wants to go back but she can't turn
She'd keep touching the fire knowing she'd get burned

Medicine on the floor.
Medicine by the door.
Wait. What for?
It’s going to work? Are you sure?
Sure, I need more…
More, of what I can pour.
Pour, upon the poor. Of which I need to ask for
Medicine wasted. Is that something new? Or…
The reason why I’m feeling sore.
But I know from my core, that I need more…
Medicine to be on the floor.
Medicine to be by the door.
For something in my life to be sure.

Can we be friends again?
I used to think I could never just be your friend.
But we can. Before all that other **** occurred.
Is it a one-sided hurt? You looked fine the whole time. It’s absurd.
Every night since, I shed one less tear. What is now easy, was once hard.
This is my way of telling myself that I can’t bring you back with a letter, or card.
Did you dream about our end? Did you practice or rehearse?
Since when does forever mean temporary? Hearing your name always made it worse.
My forever is infinity. When I said I could love forever, I meant it.
Why couldn’t you imagine a future with us, meanwhile I had always dreamt it.
I’m still learning to forget. You. Us. The Misunderstanding. The summer trip.
The summer of fried chicken, and waffle cones. Ice cream, but not a single chocolate chip.
You made me run into the thing I’ve been running away from.
We ended up becoming the exact thing I tried hard not to let us become.
You were helping me control it, but the you started adding to my stress.
Is it bad that I want to forget out beautiful mess?
I wasn’t your first. You weren’t my last.
I admire how you made love, and heartbreak look easy, but how’d you move on so fast?
We were good while we did last. I’m not broken anymore. Someone else gave me a cast.
I’m proud to say that I live in the current year now. No longer in the past.
You swam with me in the ocean of love, but left me drowning in all the feels.
I only want to go back to when I didn’t question if love was real.
So I’ll be refilling my heart with the love that you did steal.
Don’t get mad when you see someone else causing my broken heart to heal/
So forget about me. And I’ll try to forget about you. But I’ll still question if love is real.
Deal?