Back to the summer of regret
When I should have shown that I loved you.
Maybe our relationship would have lasted.
Back to the autumn of broken promises
When I should have opened my eyes to see you as my treasure.
Maybe I would not have hurt you.
Back to the winter of fights and curses
When I should have thrown away my pride.
Maybe we wouldn’t be so guarded.
Back to the spring of lies
When I should have given you my time
Maybe you wouldn’t have broken my heart.
You know the words before I try to say them,
My love is choked by the purple collar you gave as a gift that refuses to fade away.
The arm that holds me when I shake in the night,
Traps my happiness away behind cold lies.
Your love fills me with a poison that eats me out from the inside.
Just reach out for me,
hold my hand.
Why does it have to hurt when we touch?
- Start a manga blog
- Pokemonathon Contest
- Art contests
- Sign up for 2013-2014 courses
- Get a job
- Clean the room
- Furniture shopping
- Organize itunes
- Spend time with family
- Explore recipes
- Exercise 4 times a week
- Apply sunscreen daily