I owe you an apology, one I can't directly give
because I moved too fast when I knew better,
I offered a love I could not maintain,
I spent nights crying over someone else, told you all about it,
and I let you try to heal my pain.
I laid out shoes you couldn't fill,
hopes, dreams, desires still attached to someone long gone,
and I blamed you for not fitting into them.
I played pretend, let you picture a future I would never be in,
and I tore my way out of it slowly at the end,
didn't even care to make it easy, rip the band-aid off quick.
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