im sorry that this is killing me
and killing you too.
if i wasnt such a *******,
if i didnt bring this up again,
if i didnt stir up old feelings,
if i didnt ******* end things
in the first place.
you should’ve begged me not to go.
because now im with him,
and he’s safe,
but he’s not you.
sometimes i think about
what it would be like to
to finally just kiss you.
but that’s wrong,
i shouldnt think like that.
im sorry,
im really sorry,
this is killing me,
and killing you too.