I know I hurt you but god fuckin damn you hurt me too. I wasn't the only one. You left too. And we kept coming back and we kept leaving and it just became this endless jumbled dance that had lost its rhythm. I don’t feel regret when I think of you… Just guilt. A lot of guilt.
And now, I just find myself still hoping things can go back to the way they were, before we fucked it all up. I miss you as my bestfriend, I miss you as my bro. I’m sorry I hurt you.
I'm.
sorry.
sorry.