Here's the thing.
I know we fought
I know that you don't feel good about what happened
And so do I.
I'm sorry for not saying this infront of your face
I can't
I'm tired of getting my sentences pushed out of the way
So I decided not to talk.
If you read this, you probably think I'm asleep
But I'm not.
How could I sleep when my heart is heavy
And my brain produces thoughts
Like a pendulum that never stops
I'm sorry.
I don't know how to expound on apologies
Maybe apologies aren't meant to be expounded.
This is not a poem.
This is a letter.
This is something that I can never finish.
Because this letter will go on as long as we're together.
So here's to 6 months.
Here's to fights and arguments,
To tears and happiness,
To hugs and kisses.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
Here's the thing.
I know we fought
I know that you don't feel good about what happened
And so do I.
I'm sorry for not saying this infront of your face
I can't
I'm tired of getting my sentences pushed out of the way
So I decided not to talk.
If you read this, you probably think I'm asleep
But I'm not.
How could I sleep when my heart is heavy
And my brain produces thoughts
Like a pendulum that never stops
I'm sorry.
I don't know how to expound on apologies
Maybe apologies aren't meant to be expounded.
This is not a poem.
This is a letter.
This is something that I can never finish.
Because this letter will go on as long as we're together.
So here's to 6 months.
Here's to fights and arguments,
To tears and happiness,
To hugs and kisses.
