I can be the sweetest thing, but that doesn’t mean I always give people my best—especially those people I have crossed paths with.
I’m sorry that I turned your life upside down and made you think that you had found heaven in my arms. It’s not that I am uncaring or broken, but that I became so wrapped up in loving you that I didn’t realize I was breaking myself. I let you get close, when all the while there was a wall that no amount of effort would ever let you climb over. So even though I don’t like to see people hurt, I still couldn’t help but hurt those who wanted to be close to me, especially you.
I’m sorry I broke your heart, together with mine. I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you with my words even more than my actions, my selfish act. The way that I can twist words to create a smile across even the most bitter of hearts is a beautiful gift, but it’s not one I always use for good. The thing about being able to see the soul behind someone’s eyes is that I also know exactly where to put the knife and twist deeply so that they hurt just as much as I do. I don’t often know when to stop, or when enough is enough, and because I follow the beat of my heart more than anything else, I can rationalize even the most horrible truths to myself. And so I am sorry that I never gave you the best parts of me, and that to me you became only lessons that I needed to learn. I didn’t always intend to hurt you, but I know that doesn’t make it hurt any less.
I know my sorry, won’t fix what I’ve done-I do really sorry and I mean it.