My heart is breaking in all I can hear is your voice. So annoyed by me. Frustration coats your words like chocolate over raisins.
You don't have to say it, I can feel it. You hate me. I'm not what you want and my world isn't good enough.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I bother you so much. I'm sorry I offered to love you with all I had and you said no. I'm sorry the ink runs because of my tears.
I understand, you need space. You need me to back off so you can win over that girl you really want. I get it. She has a love like honey but mine is like butter.
Let's make a deal. I'll give you space and try to move on and you will love that girl. Write letters you will never send, dream of what you will become, and give her the world. love her the way I love you.
Maybe I'll see you one day two kids and a wife going down the street. I watch as you look at her with loving brown eyes. I'll whisper as I walk away just a simple confirmation to myself "thank you." Thank you for keeping your end of the deal. And me? Of yeah, well I'm seeing a guy. Nothing serious really. But I still love you. And I'm sorry. I did my best but I never could unlove you.I mean I kinda moved on, but not fully. I hope you will forgive me. I'm really sorry.
I watched you talk to her. You searched everywhere for her. Your eyes lit up when you found her. She didn't notice. I know she doesn't care about you like I do. That doesn't matter though does it? I know, I know I'm not keeping up my end of the deal in your opinion, but we all have our own ways of moving on. And this, this is mine.