I really hope you have trouble
keeping your mind focused on her, when you're taking her to our spot.
You never were one to show your darkness.
I never understood why.
I showed you everything about myself,
and you swore it wouldn't make you
love me any less.
Yet you still ended up walking away.

I really do hope you're happy someday
but I also hope that you miss me.
Fiercely.
Even when you're at your happiest,
you feel that pang of remorse.
Because then for once you would be
being honest with everyone
and you'd admit that
you have weakness.

*I'm your weakness.