Sorry

I want to send you flowers,
cuddle with you on the couch,
kiss you ‘till you’re out of breath,
and wait until forever
for you to say you’re still happy with me.

I want to know you love me
as much as I love you.
I know I’ve messed up,
I even know I mess up every time.
I don’t want to do that, you know.
I don’t want to do all that stupid things
that make you angry, or sad, or whatever.

You know, I love you with all my heart.
I always have, I always will.
But the only thing I feel now, is guilt,
guilt for being stupid, for being silent,
for forgetting all important things.

I just want to die, silent, in a corner,
of this big, empty room.
But then again, I want to be with you.
I wanna say sorry over and over again.

I want to send you flowers,
cuddle with you on the couch,
kiss you ‘till you’re out of breath,
and wait until forever
for you to say you’re still happy with me.

But I can’t, ‘cause you’re far away.
So I’m sitting here, alone, writing this shit.
Here it is. Sorry.