I hope you accept my apology.

It’s a little late, but fuck the chronology.

To you, I was a me that I didn’t know.

Young and dumb, I guess, just goes to show…

I ruined a good man and a good thing.

But, God had other plans and we just weren’t meant to be. 

He took the heat, when I was to blame.

There he was, burning, and I, the flame.

Fling? What’s that? We lasted nearly four years.

I just didn’t know what love was; my heart had never shed a tear.

I needed to learn, I needed that heart break.

I needed to look back, needed to see my mistakes.

You deserved better than me, and always have.

Now you have a new love, and for you, I’m glad.

With her, down to the name, you have a second chance.

I pray your heart is healed and full; that her love can’t

ever run out.

I have never done a wrong,

like the wrong I did to you.

I hope you accept my gratitude.

So much to say; I can’t wrap it up in a thank you.

Four years, as a kid, I grew up with you.

Gave me all of you, and I gave you nine million attitudes.

Did I even say thank you?

Back then?

That’s when

you needed it the most.

Did I give that to you?

Damn, I hope.

To clarify, I don’t miss you and I don’t miss us.

I miss all the missed opportunities I had to tell you that I suck.

So, once again, allow me to apologize.

Half of that shit was my fault, I won’t lie.

By half, I mean most. And by most, I mean all.

Thank you for breaking me, gifting me that fall.

Without you, I’d still give a selfish love.

Without you, I’d be blind to the gifts from up above.

I needed to hurt you and be hurt by you.

I needed those lessons that could only be taught by you.

It’s not you, it’s me.

Please, accept my apology.