17 months after
The thought of you makes me wonder
Late at night weather or not
If you have found the next to chase after
Gladly I shall express my profound gratitude
However shall there be a slight uneasiness
In this heart
When you distance away from me,
From my tragic, indecesive self.
I do not ask you for forgiveness
Nor do I ask of you to return to my embrace
All I ask, from this slight selfishness within
For you to only find another
When I think of you no longer
Now I am a mess because of that.