Wrong

I'm not sure. This the firs thin g have written in a very long time that has actually felt halfway decent.

There is a girl who haunts my memories

Haunts

Yes, like a ghost, she won’t go away

Away

I should have ran when I had the chance

Ran

I ended up leaving

Leaving

When she needed me most

Needed

I couldn’t stand being in a constant state of despair

Despair

That was all she ever felt

Felt

How the f**k were we suppose to know what to feel

Feel

There was so much confusion

Confusion

I loved her

Loved

As a friend or more, I never let myself figure out

Never

I said I wouldn’t go

Go

She gave me no other choice

Choice

I chose to be selfish

Chose

To start a different life

Different

New friends, new boyfriend

New

I refused to let her be close to me

Close

I might have let her change my mind

Change

I needed her to be gone

Gone

It was bitter until the end

End

She fought me with all her might

Fought

All we ever did was rip each other apart

Apart

I thought it was for the best

Best

I was god awful to her

Awful

She still tried to get me back

Tried

I was so tired

Tired

I shoved her away

Shoved

The impact was hard enough to make her start a new school

Hard

It hurt me too

Hurt

I was free

Free

Looking back, I was wrong

Wrong

I will always be wrong

Always

Author's Note

Any kind of feedback would be great honestly.