And do you honestly expect me to believe, that we could ever be the same.

Note to the editor, the editor being the only person who cares,
excuse me, cared. Funny how i knew this was coming,
so i've had that line in my head for the past week.
Up until yesterday morning when i actually
realised what it all meant. So it happened,
like i knew it would, and i did things i knew i would
regret at some point. But not now.
So note to the editor, i'd advise you not to read
from this point on, because believe me, its not your type of story.
I'm so sorry for the honest truth,
and i'm so sorry for shaking in your arms,
and for making you hold back on what you truly wanted to do.
But honestly, i don't blame you for doing it.
I still want you, more than you could imagine,
and right now considering the state i'm in, i should
probably want you to hurt more than the burning slits
on my wrist do. But i don't, i want you to smile,
to be happy. To go on with your life like
you were before i ever came and ruined it.
After what i put you through it was completely understandable.
And when your fifteen, and somebody tells you they love you,
you're gunna believe 'em.
Even when i'm thirty, i'm still gunna beleive it though.