I Am Eleven Different Shades Of Regret Tonight.
One For The Way I Left You. Hand Prints In The Quick Sand Of Our Last Memory.
Two For The Way I Was Too Afraid To Love You The Right Way, Blade In Left Hand, Afraid Of What I Was Capable Of Doing To Myself, And To You.
Three For The Heart Break You Wore On Your Sleeve, Unafraid To Tell Me How Deeply I Hurt You.
Four For The Emptiness I Left, The Broken Promises, Picking Up Your Prices, Scarlet White Lies, Written Up The Length Of My Skin.
Five For The Way I Waited For You To Tell Me You Needed Me. Over. And Over. And Over Again.
Six For All Phone Calls I Never Retuned, The Facebook Messages I Never Received, The Text Messages I Didn't Said Because It Was Easier For Me Not To.
Seven For The Self Hate
Eight For The Way We Turned Out, Afraid Of Our Own Shadows, Empty Handed And Worthless.
Nine For The Way I Missed You
Ten For The Empty Jaws We Held All Of Our Resentment Inside, Bared Tight Until They Bled.
Eleven Because I Never Said It.
I Am.
So.
Sorry.