I'm not sorry in the way I thought I was.
I'm ******* hurt.
I keep trying to fill the empty little spots,
But without you it doesn't work.
I can manage to survive alone,
But my thoughts keep leading to you.
I keep thinking of you when I'm not supposed to,
And I don't know how I'll still pull through.
I love you. And I'm sorry, but you knew that already
This one's for you Ray. Again. I'm gonna stop apologising, you're probably sick of hearing it. This poem isn't enough to describe all my ******* feelings. Hell, it isn't even close. You remember how we only met for one day, and we started dating? What if we try again, even if just for friends. It can take as long as you'd like. I'm hopeless and really ******* hurt. And drunk too, but who cares?
