I'm sorry I didn't have time for you,
That when exams loomed closer,
You were pushed further.
And every time I freaked out,
Stressed out,
Broke down,
Lost hope,
You were the one I leaned on.
You copped my moody fears,
And you held me up despite everything.
I'm sorry you got lost, we got lost.
That somewhere along the line 'We' became
'You' and 'Me', separated.
And you felt like you couldn't confide.
Couldn't tell.
Couldn't hold on.
Couldn't stay true.
I'm sorry I was angry,
That at first I didn't believe.
The truth of the matter is we were both wrong.
You lied.
You played.
I pushed.
Love strayed.
I now realize that was inevitable, right.
I'm sorry we're not friends.
That - I don't understand.
It is possible to have male female friendship.
Have fun.
Tell stories.
Spend time.
No heartache is required.
Possible, but complicated.
Reality is hard.
I'm sorry that I miss you,
That we don't converse,
And that our unique connection is fuzzy,
Cut off.
I've reached the point where
I am happy with you gone.
I don't need your sloppy kisses,
You have a new home.
You are not the boy I became single for.
I am not that pretty emo girl.
Once each other's worlds,
Now worlds apart.
But a memory and a familiar face.
The fact of the matter is I'll always love you.
The truth of the matter is I'm just not in love with you anymore.
4.4.12 ~ The Broken
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