We were a story
Of epic love becoming
That became a myth
Our youth has faded
Memories are what we are
To each other’s life
Having fun apart
Just makes me long for you more
Come back home to me.
Is it so wrong to ask for you to run after me?
To hold on to me despite me pushing you away?
To seek understanding for my mood swings?
You told me you’d never leave.
Why am I alone tonight?
Why am I crying and not laughing?
It’s been terribly a long time.
I admit, I am partly at fault.
I wanted to approach you, to talk to you,
But it seems that my anxiety got the better of me.
And I guess you got tired of being patient with me too.
I know I have hurt you and for that I’m truly sorry.
How I wish we could have skipped October 7th.
By now we’d be hanging out, laughing like we don’t care.
I sort of miss you.
Heck. I DO MISS YOU.
This message won’t be reaching you.
My stupid pride won’t allow it.