confession to myself
when i first met you and taj, you hardly paid me any mind and she kinda talked to me, but i found her out real quick.
the more i got to know you the more i liked how you were and i even liked you when you were with steven, even though i respected what you had.
we spent a little time together, enough to know you were more than just looks and a lip ring. you and i talked more than i have with anyone here and i put you close to me on accident, but when i saw you last you smiled at me and told me i would definately see you soon. but i didn't.
you let me help you when you needed it, i held you, your hand, and we hugged. despite if it ever seemed weird-you never made it feel wrong. forgive me for what i know-you don't. its not your fault, i thought you'd know you were special before long, but apparently i never told you i was too.
how else were you to know. but im a dumb boy and im sorry i did this to myself. im too broken to be proud.
so dont say anything unless its what i want to hear, because i know it isnt fair, but its not your fault-i just dont want to talk about it. there isnt anything i wont find surprising, unless its what im not expecting.
but i dont expect surprises.
from you