How can a year seem so much longer?
I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.
You know me like none other.
I’m sorry my words hurt like a knife.
I never meant to hurt you.
I didn’t mean for it to end.
What else do I need to do?
How can I mend
What I’ve done, and said?
I guess it’s my turn to need you.
My turn to feel insecure.
My turn to miss you.
My turn to be unsure.
I don’t want to lose you,
But it feels like I already have.
Is there anyway we can make our love renewed?
I promise, all that I said was untrue.
I love you so damn much.
I miss hearing your voice,
And feeling your touch.
But, it is still your choice.
I just need you to know that I love you.