Honestly I feel stuck.
What have I done?
That’s all I know how to say.
So sorry for the pain you suffered, so sorry for the wrong you fought.
I wish I had been there all along.
In my life, there’s been no one like him anywhere. Anywhere, where he is.
If he asked, I’d be his.
He was never mine to lose. Why regret what could not be?
These are words he’ll never say. Not to me.
I really just don’t care at all.
But I don’t know how.
I want to soothe you, but I can’t speak out.
I have many fears about rejection, I have many memories of pain. I have many doubts about my motives, so I’ll turn and look the other way.