here it goes:
i remember when you would accept all my apologies, and i’m sorry that i created this time when you won’t accept any.
i was a terrible person: selfish, manipulative, and mean.
even if you’ve forgotten, this probably will remind you of all the times i wronged you. but if you can think of one time for every other six that i did right by you, made you laugh, or made you think better of yourself… then maybe, in time you’ll consider forgiving me.
i just don’t think it’s worth it for there to be bitterness between us.
Just because you keep something a secret doesn’t mean it never happened, no matter how much you want that to be true.
I hate that you’re right.
Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.
Sometimes I don’t even know if I’m extremely happy or extremely sad. It happens a lot when I think of you.