I miss the way your sleepy eyes admired me in the morning while I dressed for work. I miss you missing me when I was gone.
It’s been a while since you’ve come around. It’s my fault, I know.
I wish there was a way to make it up to you, to let you know that I accept the part I played. I take the blame.
I was a fool, and I made a mistake. I broke your heart, and I can’t fix that with words.
I don’t deserve a second chance or even the closure that would help me sleep at night.
I don’t deserve a second thought, even to curse my name because you don’t deserve to feel an ounce of pain. You never deserved it to begin with.
I wish I could take back what I did, what I said. I wish I could see you smile at me again.
Most of all I wish I had been wise enough to appreciate what I had before it was gone. I wish I hadn’t made a statistic out of us.
I hope you want me back, but you deserve to move on.