I'm sorry.

I guess you realize this already but

I don't deserve your "It's okay." I don't

even know if I want it anymore;

when I'm around you, I make myself sick.

Because I used to think people took advantage of me,

but look at what I did to you.

I ruined you.

My body covered yours,

and your tongue was in my mouth,

and my ribs were leaned over the armrest,

and you ran your fingers through my hair,

and your head was on my shoulder in the back of your mom's car,

and I cried and you said, "Everything's not your fault, baby..."

and I ruined you.

It took me that long to say I ruined you,

but I was just trying to say I don't deserve

your forgiveness.

I don't deserve you.