That

One day I held a letter, one you'd wrote yourself.
It seemed like the very next moment was a final goodbye.

Don't respond. Don't contact.
Fade away.
It's tearing me up.
I suppose it's only life.
And you're right.
We needed each other for a time and you were right.
And I'm so sorry.
And there's a piece of me that I'll never get back.

It's not your fault.
It's all mine. And even if I had the chance in this reality,
I still hurt you.
I still hurt you.
I still hurt you.

And I can never forgive myself for it.

Maybe in another life,
We stuck together.
And I'm not a f**k up.

I'll always Love you.
Even though I don't deserve you.
Even though I have no right.

Even though everything is perfectly fine.
To me, it's broken.
So..
That, Always.

Author's Note

I think I'm done writing.