Countless times I've said "I'm sorry"
for holding you too tight
or not tight enough
and living like I don't have anything
to live for.
I break all my promises,
especially the ones I make to myself,
but I don't regret anything
like the things
you don't want.

I honestly don't care about
anything else at this point,
which is good 'cause if I did
it's be worse
for me right now.
But I have you and I have your words
and your eyes and your lips
and your hair and your arms
around me,
so what can I say?

I think I was buried too far
for even you to pull me out without
seeing the impossibility
that is equal, requited love.

Oh, and sorry for running in circles.