Sorry.

I'm laying in bed and I wish you would text me, or tell me you hate me, or do something.

Because god knows I'm lost without you.

I keep clinging on to these empty hopes, to the thought that you might text me back, to maybe thinking you didn't hate me, or that maybe you loved me the way I can't help but love you still.

Or maybe that you've moved on, that you

Don't wanna talk,

Don't wanna call,

That's okay too. 

I can't help but think that you've gotten over me, that's why you don't want to even be friends, because really 

I only hurt you.

Or that maybe it was like a dream, and it didn't even seem real to you.

And my friends are all like what the fuck, let go, but I CAN'T because I'm going to love you forever

and ever

And I don't think I can ever love anyone the way I loved you.

Sorry.

This is really just an apology, because I'm sorry I couldn't make it work, that I took love for granted until the day

You went away

Sorry.

I'm laying in bed wishing you would comment, or call, or tell me you're okay in some way.

Because God knows I'm lost without you.