I'm sorry.

It's time to own up to myself, and make all those little confessions I never could before. Not to you. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." But you won't hear that part.

I'm sorry, I lied about all the things that really mattered.  Even though you always knew it wasn't the truth. Even if you didn't know anything else.

I'm sorry, I didn't tell you that I cheated, after I left your house. Or that I've betrayed others to be in your arms. Does that make you feel better?

I'm sorry, I cried whenever the fire flies died and when the courts tried to take you away from me, when I should've been being strong for you. You deserved someone who wasn't me.

I'm sorry, I ran farther than I'd ever run before trying to get as far away from you, from love as possible, because I was scared to give you my everything, when you were already holding it all in your hands. At least I came back though, right?

I'm sorry, I ignored you when you said all the right things, and blew up when you said the right ones. I was volitile and vile, and I couldn't help but cause a self destruction for anything that could've meant something more than sex.

I'm sorry, I slapped you in the face, when I knew you hated that. [It took me hours to bring you back around that time] I should've watched myself better, but you know little girls...

I'm sorry, I pissed you off when you were trying to make me smile, because someone else was standing over my shoulder, and i was prettier when I shone brighter colors. I should've said how I really felt, instead of letting my bottled up emotions knock you out cold.

I'm sorry, I could never, not ever, do you and I anything but wrong. Secretly, I really wanna watch you cry. But "I love you," not that you're really listening. I know you're waiting for me to shut up and feel better, so I can finally leave you alone.

I'm sorry.


I'm sorry.


I'm so sorry.


I'm so fucking sorry.


I am really fucking sorry
That i'm falling over myself at your feet
When I should just let you be.