Here I am.
as it is, as i am.

it doesn't matter what wrong i have done.
what matters is that you never gave me a second chance.
to explain; to justify.
maybe i don't deserve your second chance.
maybe this is the end. how things should be.
that we were never meant to be.
whatever we had. i didn't really understand either.
you never appreciated me anyway.
i am, talking about you.
and i am still hurt by
what you never want to talk about.
and never gave me the reassurance.
now, its too late. things will never be the same again.
whatever it was. i apologise.
i really liked you as my friend.
though i must say,
had it not been for my dad and my lousy memory.
things wouldn't be this way.

you'll bring your dreams, i'll bring the fuck-yous
i am incoherent.
but i am glad i am alive.

.:pseudonym:. burned at 11:31 PM