I

 stand around

       and watch it all fly by

               Just like the camera filming a horror movie.

I’m not sure which is worse, really

   The fact that I’m nothing

           or you have moved on

and became something

I was never there for you

  and I’d like to say I seriously am sorry for letting you

          drift out on your own.

I never was one to rely

         upon, despite my outwardly kindness

                                    Right?

                           No one has ever loved

                   me like you did, but I was busy with

          the fact that I was trying to amount to something

just to get your approval that I am worth something

        when you were     constantly telling      me I was someone

 that was               dependable,         sweet,            kind

                                    and above all,

   Someone worth having

                            because I literally

                       was the one. I’m not sure what to be more terrified of

  The raging ocean between our closenes, or the hollow shell of the sun

        that was the center of our love.

        It seems like

 you’re dying on the inside because of me.

I’m sorry, I really am. It took you to almost leave and mean every word you said      to get my attention.

                So                                                                         I

have a debt to repay by the                  looks of it, right? I’m not sure if

  I would be able to bring just         one ounce of friendliness back,

     But I’m not sure what I’m more afraid of: the fact you don’t

          love me, or I don’t love anything. Remorse is a

                funny thing, you know? It brings out

                            the soft side, but it can

                                    bring the very

                                            worse.

All I ever did was take everything for granted.

                         Ask me, I left you.

               You left me.

                         I’m not

               sure

of myself anymore.

   I never was one to trust, huh?

     No matter how I had tried and

  tried, I just couldn’t bring

        myself to trusting you so

                 I’d let you in to my

                         confusing

                            brain,

                            heart,

                        sight,

                    love,

             life.

At least this house is creaking with the past

that it had housed, still houses and would    keep

the present forever. I wander how we even started,

 why we ended

 or knew of our drifing.

I just

want you to know I love you…

I’m sorry I even try.