St. Vitus Cathedral, Prague, photo by eedberget
think about it
think about it
the thing that fucks me up the most
is that you never once apologized.
you break me over and over,
but not once have you apologized
for leaving me in pieces.
you say that you’re awful,
just the worst kind of person,
but nowhere in there
is any kind of apology.
am i not worth the words?
or are you truly not sorry,
not the smallest bit remorseful,
about the way you keep me bleeding for you?