I planned it all out
Carefully manipulated
Every tiny detail
As if I thought
For those few seconds
That I could script life
I was going to tell you
I had it all figured out
But when life happens It never happens the way you wish.
Your laughter seemed off
Your smiles struggled
As if you were clinging
To a past happiness
Or trying for us or you
To act like everything
Was fine
And so I knew that my seemingly
Unimportant piece of news
Would knock you from
Your carefully placed
Pedestals, and that I could
Not bear to see
So since I couldn't
Find the courage.
To tell you in person
I wrote it in a poem
I had a relapse, it was only two days
But I felt so hollow, so empty
And everything seemed to hit me
Like a train that had been delayed
I realized how far apart we really are
We said that it wouldn't change us
But I know that isn't true
We will always be friends but things are different now. And just the other day. In the hall I met his eyes and all I wanted to do was turn to you and cry
But then I realized I have gone so far, that no longer can I turn to you and hug you, unless it's from afar. So I had a two day relapse, it's run its corse and gone, and even though it's over now, if you know what I mean, the long sleeves are on.
All I can say is I'm sorry, I'm sorry I did it, I'm sorry if I hurt you by telling you, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you. But please don't be sorry back.