I turned you into a Shakespearean tragedy, desperation and ache and horribly sad. Each of your words became a trigger pulled and each of your smiles became a dagger stabbed. Every time you blinked I fell in love and every time you took a breath I felt my heart crack a little more. And I am so sorry. I didn't mean to idolize you, and I wouldn't have, if I had known it would hurt so mother******* bad. I recreated you as my sun, my moon, my stars and you left me as is, all sharp edges af aching heart and lack of understanding that just because you love someone doesn't mean they'll love you back. I beg the sky above my head and the earth beneath my feet (you and you) for forgiveness.