Maybe the worst thing is that my best isn't good enough
I probably never meant much to you and I think I knew we were like tires in a snow drift. Spinning but not going anywhere.
But I tried.
And that hurts too. That I tried.
I tried so **** hard and you don't care. So maybe that's the worst of it. There is a lot of things that hurt. And a lot of things that tie for worst in the pathetic story of you and I.
But the thing that will always win, the thing that will surpass all of these moments I regret.
Is that my choice will never not be you