I’m sorry that I hurt you with my words.

The scars are still fresh to your flesh.

I can still see the blood,

When I ripped your heart from your chest.

 

Questions and confusion sit heavy on my mind.

About why it all ended and do we still have time.

I think. I wonder. And ponder.

Was it really me or actually you?

To tell you the truth I don’t really have a clue.

 

Time has passed and I still sit and think about you.

Could we have worked it out or were we destined to be through.

I wish I could see you again.

Maybe we could start over and just be friends.

 

If that is even possible

Can you go from lovers to friends,

Or would the weight of the past be too much to mend?

Ugh. This is all too confusing as I put my head in my hand.

 

I have an idea,

As I grab a pen and begin

To write you a letter if I could do it again.