My only qualms
Should be not getting to lay eyes on you sooner
But in a perfect world, that would be the only qualm
Why can't life let that be like that?
It's always rewriting the script.
Somebody put the brakes on.

I'm sorry I hurt you
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I want to be a ******* doctor
I want to fix people
So know that hurting them isn't really my thing
I feel like ****
I feel like ****
And I keep staring in my drawer
I pulled it out and I stared at it and I stared at it
I mean I deserve it right?
After being so **** hurtful
I deserve it right
No.
No it's almost been a year.
Just know I'm sorry
Know I'm not forgiving myself
Know I'm in pain too
Know I wish you'd never known me
Because then you wouldn't be hurt
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I am nothing
How could you fall for this
I am sorry
****

Rose petals devoured

   of inky promises

blush off garden passages

  of amaranthine radiance,

written words decayed

  on  bruised vines

   of intertwining madness,

as poetry climbed the

    walls of befallen sunlight