(no subject)
I knew that things couldn't be good for too long.
And now I know you remember on some level.
A guilty conscience says a lot.
I wonder if you can find a way to blame that on me too.
And I wonder what you tell people when they ask what happened.
Because it certainly isn't the truth.
But at least I know a part of you knows the truth.
And someday I hope you fully come to realize what you did.
I hope it destroys you.
Why do I still miss you?
And now I know you remember on some level.
A guilty conscience says a lot.
I wonder if you can find a way to blame that on me too.
And I wonder what you tell people when they ask what happened.
Because it certainly isn't the truth.
But at least I know a part of you knows the truth.
And someday I hope you fully come to realize what you did.
I hope it destroys you.
Why do I still miss you?