even all these years later i think about you every day

i used to believe we’d meet again one day but now i’m not sure i even want that

what did i mean to you?

am i something different now?

or do i mean nothing?

how can i think of you all the time

when i don’t even cross your mind

it’s bullshit

these words are bullshit

i’m bullshit

just know,

that i know,

i fucked up.

and for that

i will be eternally sorry