I'm sorry
that I can't be like him—
someone funny
someone handsome
someone that makes you feel
you aren't lonesome.
I'm sorry
that I'm not perfect
that I have my imperfections
and countless flaws
that I can't be there every time
to answer all your calls.
I'm sorry
that I had to be dramatic
fueled by envy
and bursts of jealousy
some days I just couldn't handle the thought, it's true:
the thought of me losing you.
I'm sorry
that I thought I was special
you made me feel as though
I really was;
my heart felt as if it became an empty space
when I found out I never was in the first place.
So please,
I ask for forgiveness
for thinking I was someone dear
and close to your heart
someone special
who you'd call art.
I did what I can
and it's been a long journey
but I never thought
I'd be replaced
by someone
effortless.
but even if it'll be like this
I still find it
in my heart
though shattered into pieces
though broken into two
things'll never change
and I'll still love you.