I'm sorry that I love you
And I'm sorry that you don't love me too.
I wish that I could explain all of the one million things that are going through my head as I'm writing this.
You make me crazy, happy, sad, in love, angry, lustful, lonely and all the little things in between.
I care about you more that I could ever express and I hope the one day while you're sitting in the dark, with the flickering lights, you'll think of me and how perfect I was for you. And when you sip your *****, that you just can't seem to make strong enough, you won't be able to get the taste of my lips out your mouth. And while you sit with her, you can't help but hear my laugh in every empty silence, wishing I would walk through the door like I always did, and make things good again.
And I know that you're my kryptonite and that every glance will make my heart melt and every smile will make my breathing stop. But I'm stronger than you.
I was never afraid of my feelings or love or are for you,
but you were,
you always were.