I’m sorry.

I’m sorry all I can do is sit around playing love songs on guitar.

I’m sorry all I do is waste away.

I’m sorry i want to be too drunk or high to know whats going on all the time.

I’m sorry my existence is one of love and hate.

I’m sorry that I have hurt you, all of you.  

I’m sorry I can’t make up my mind between you three.

I’m sorry that I make it ******* you three.

I’m sorry for relying on you to keep me alive.

I’m sorry that you might cry reading this.

I’m sorry that I always want to die.

This isn’t how it should be.

Maybe in another life.

Maybe then.

Maybe we can love like we were meant to.

Maybe it won’t happen.

Maybe he won’t take you away.

Maybe you won’t pick him over me.

Maybe you won’t run from me.

Maybe.

But knowing my luck, then I’ll be the one to choose.

Between all of you.

My lifeholders.

My loves.