Hey You

Dear You, Was I not good enough for you? Or was I too clingy? Sad? Depressed? SCARED? What was it? Whatever it was you made it worse, you left my life with a yell and a cry. You know, I've never cried like I did when you left. I hope your proud. You've accomplished something no one ever could. Every day I see you and you see me, I know you do, we hold our gaze as seconds tick by, then you look down. When those seconds tick, I get butterflies in my stomach hoping that you will realize I didn't mean to hurt you. But you hurt me, so I hurt you harder, and you hurt me hardest. Where would you get the nerve to do that? Was it the way you were raised? Of course it's not. You were a picture perfect catholic boy with clean clothes and a perfect life. You were just the way you were because it was cool. I can't believe I let myself think that street scum like me could be forever with picture perfect you. I want to apologise for the way I treated myself and for the effect it had on you. I didn't know. You saw the scars on my arms and you screamed at me about them. Butt the real scars you should have been paying attention to where the ones on my heart. Well, Bye You. I hope you have a good life.