Untitled.
We loved and we lost
and now your’re gone.
I ended it, I fucked up.
You wanted it to work.
I wanted to walk out.
I worry about you.
I think about you.
And honestly I miss you.
I want back what we had
but I’m not sure if what I want is you
or just the feeling I had.
I’d never felt so cared for,
so loved, and so needed.
And really, I suck.
I took that all away from you.
I threw it all out without even a second glance.
I’m sorry.
You piss me off. I hate you.
But I miss you too.
