I proved myself right.
Not that it matters.
Its not what I wanted.
Now there's no locking eyes,
half a decade later
we're still ******* haunted.
Still disappointed,
though I thought I was helping
you were berated, endlessly taunted.
So then yeah it happened.
It happened, you ****** up
because all my comments.
And yes I still love you,
and yes I'm still proud.
But its not what we wanted.
I should have been more supportive,
instead of always reminding
that this world is so daunting.
Should have been more there for you
should have helped you get through it
instead of mindlessly talking.
And now that we're older,
I'd love to sit and talk this over.
Not that you've offered.