What I Meant To Say

What I meant to say was... I'm sorry, and I miss you, And I forgive you and I hate you I meant to tell you that I want to work it out between us, And it could never work between us, because There's this thing between us, Though you have my whole and soul I listen for your whisper at night, All day, I sickly dread crossing paths I promise you I meant to talk to you again, Unless I got in my way I cry to you, at you, sometimes for you But nevermore in front of you You've made me stronger than that, though I do love you I meant to tell you that you're scum What I meant to tell you was that I can still feel your love Your lies Your kiss Your sighs The quiet way you left me in the night Or the messy way I ripped you from my side Your wish to die Your guilt, my guilt, my lies Nevermore I want to cry What I meant to say is I'm drawn to you For love of danger, or neglect Not for love of myself (or is it?) What I meant to say is that I love you, But I choose me.