we drifted apart.
we used to talk day and night,
then we were lucky if we had 1 decent conversation a week.

we drifted apart.
we used to always be together,
then you couldn’t even look at me.

we drifted apart.
we used to love each other,
then you didn’t love me anymore

I’m sorry
I’m sorry I’m too emotional
I’m sorry I’m not funny
I’m sorry I’m so scared
I’m sorry I’m not very social
I’m sorry I’m not as happy
I’m sorry I’m so anxious
I’m sorry for whatever I’ve done
I’m sorry

I’m tired of being your second choice
You only talk to me when she’s not around

I want to be with you
I really do

But I’m tired of being your second choice
You say you love me

But do you really
or do love her

Please decide
Because I’m tired of being your second choice

Everything is okay
I promise you’ll get though this
You’re strong
And beautiful
And smart
And funny

I believe you
Even when no one else does
I’m here for you
To listen
And love
And care
And help

~A promise to myself

I don’t know where I’m going
But I know it will be grand

How far must I go?
Before I get
To where I’m going

What awaits me?
Who will be by my side?

I do not know
But I must go