I’m not proud of what I did to hurt you…
I wanted to hold on…
I wanted to have you in my life.
But when I reached out and showed you my scars…
All you did was twist the knife.
I loved you like family.
I trusted you with my whole heart and you’re still a part of me.
But somewhere along the line…love became fear and the fear tore me apart.
I guess this is where we finally, finally depart.
I’m thankful for all the memories…for the times we had together.
It breaks my heart when I believed we would make it through any weather.
I hope you forgive me for walking away…for not wanting to wear a fake smile.
Reconnected and tried to make it okay…but everything turned too familiar and hostile.
I love you. I miss you too.
I hope love finds you in whatever you do…
