To Ms. Perfect,
After so long, it doesn't matter but still,
I AM SORRY.
I apologize,
For the instances which had let you feel you were my only priority, though I knew you weren't so.
I wish I could amend the feelings I had developed within you.
I feel grief-stricken to have made you dream the future with me.
I crave every single moment spent with you,
Not because you were my love but because you were someone beyond that.
I apologize for not confessing you,
The fact that I loved you, not in the way you wanted but in another.
I feel lamentable to let you shed tears,
Because of not showing you enough concern when you needed the most.
I am awful to that every drop of blood,
That fell from your slitted wrists.
I am aware that these apologies won't take me back to the good times with you,
These won't heal the wounds I'd given you,
These won't fix the ruined *YOU*.
But, these are the only way to let you know my aches and griefs.
Sorry if my apology hurts, I condemn this.
But that's what I'm left with.
I apologize for the flaws I had because of which I crumpled every inch of you.
I apologize for existing in your life.