How many times must I scold myself?
For letting you slip away.
So out of my mind and hurting,
Still, I never asked you to stay.
I can’t take back what happened,
And no matter how many times it is said,
The words “I never meant to…”
May as well be dead.
The timing and the situation,
Along with the pain I already was feeling,
Are no excuse for my action,
Or my way of dealing.
It was real, I promise,
And I believed at the time it was right.
But now as always everything is wrong,
And it’s just not worth the fight.
I am only sorry for the end,
Because I’ll always remember the start.
I am more sorry that your hurting,
And that I am the worst part.
I still watch the moon at night.
I still listen to the waves crashing.
I still think about you,
And what may have been lasting.