I don't think you're
Even half as calm as you pretend
I don't think this doesn't bother you
The way you insist it doesn't
But I'm not going to change
Because I'm not sorry yet

You've moved on
You let her go
And I couldn't
For the life of me
understand how
Or much less why

She is, she was, she will be golden
And you are silver and I am coal
I understand I am out of place and line
But I might never see a shine like this again
So I'm more than happy to endear myself to her
Despite what you might feel, think, or say

You've found a different ore. I've yet to see what kind
Because I'm far to occupied watching the gold fade away
Into pure diamond. I'm not sorry yet.
I don't know how exactly you feel. I know you don't approve
But I'm slowing inching towards apathy to your opinion
It's unfair that you'd reject this for me, no matter my rank

I am a crow of a coal ore; if it's shiny- I want it.
She is iridescent in all the ways you never saw
I pledge nothing, I promise even less; however,
I don't see myself growing tired of this glow
And though that terrifies me, I'll push forwards
Because I'm not ready to make your mistakes

And I'm not sorry yet, I regret nothing
And I may never feel remorse for catching
What you so carelessly ****** from yourself
I don't require perfection, this diamond may have her faults
I won't reject the simple scars of life and love and laughter
And though you call me your friend, I won't apologize

And in the future, both distant and near, this may be taboo
We may avoid the topic on tiptoe and let the feelings fester
You may wait and crave an apology, and I will do the same
But I'll never apologize for following what my heart calls happiness
And you will never apologize for not accepting this the way you want to
Thus, I am not sorry yet, and I will not be sorry later.