I
always
knew you
blamed
me for everything
wrong
with the both of
us
but today it
really hit
me. You
honestly
thought
the worst
of me, I never
did any
of those
things on
purpose. I
really
did try to
help what was
going on but
both of
us knew that
wasn't going
to work and
pretty
much gave up.
Maybe
it was for
the best
and
maybe it wasn't,
for some reason
today it's really
bothering
me a huge
part of me wants to
ask you to go
get dinner
and talk
it
all over
and figure
out what
realy happened
and another
part tells me
no
because
I will probably take
too much out on
myself.
Beyond conflicted...