I’m sorry when my pen breaks your heart hurts
Ink smudges the pages when you realize we won’t work
I’m sorry that your picture perfect wasn’t perfectly as pictured
Pages cake up from the break ups
Truth is…
It’s only perfect when I am not with you and your story doesn’t have me in it
I’m sorry this is not who I wanted to be because hurting you is hurting me
But to desert hurting you results in deserting me
I’m sorry, because the truth is I don’t like hurting you
But it’s strange because it seems the only moments I am true to myself is when I am hurting you
I am sorry I can’t figure it out, so I smear the pages in attempts to start over and work it out
Only to realize things work best when I tear the page’s out
I’m sorry it’s **** me then *******
It’s ****** up, but then we get ****** up
Then ****-****
****, we ****** up
Guess what I really mean is I am ****** up
But wait, I am not sorry
I never told you I was perfect only told you I was worth it
You are the one who wrote the book with no pages in it
Skipped the intro, fast forwarded to a happy ending only to find out there was no happiness in it
****,
I’m sorry…