i’m sorry you burned. if i could i would erase it from existence.
then i remember your apology
but you’re not really sorry for burning me because you did it again
why am i surprised? you may have said “sorry” but you never said you wouldn’t repeat it. why do i try to give everyone more chances than they deserve? why am i still writing about you. get the **** out of my head like you’re the **** out of my life. i get confused. i think i’m writing about someone else but it comes back to you. i get drunk on you. the hangover is the best part. i feel sorry for myself. i tell myself it won’t happen again. i’m a laughing stock, a bird waiting to get shot. this isn’t fun anymore; i thought you’d be back by 10 but it’s been a few months and i’m nothing to you still. i made a mistake and i said sorry. you forgave me and i believed you. i didn’t say i wouldn’t do it again but i didn’t know it would be you doing it this time. i’m sorry you burned but now it’s my turn and you’re not really sorry