Words lay heavy on my ribcage
And I’ve tried pouring them on paper yet the heaviness is still the same.
It’ll only disappear once I pour them into you.
But I can’t.
So I hope you’re reading this.
I’m sorry how things turned out between us.
I’m sorry I never gave you a second chance,
I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions,
I’m sorry I misunderstood, and rushed into deep thinking.
I’m sorry,
but my bruised heart,
fears being given back to the person who punched it.
Wether you meant to or not.