That Life We Planned on That Piece of Paper Freshman Year of College

It’s just that
I’m sorry
And
I messed up
And
I messed up
And
I messed up
And fool you once
Shame on me
And fool you twice
Shame on me
But fool you three times
Curse me alive,
And strike me dead.
I was,
Too broken to see
That you were
The good thing.
Your heart was kinder
Than mine
Softer
Than mine
Better
Than mine
You were right
To lock the door
I Don’t knock anymore
I try not to even look,
But I am a gnat
Ever drawn to your
Warm light
And for a decade
I thought you were a sunflower
I see now that you have always been
The sun.
I hope that you are happy now,
I hope you got everything you wanted,
You deserve it.

-I color myself lucky to get to watch from afar

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