i think i needed you
more than you needed me
and for once
the only reason
i want to see your face in person
is to say sorry.
i hope you know who you are
i pray one day you will read this.
maybe in another life
when we're dead and gone
they'll write stories about us.
the kids who crossed oceans and mountains
just to hear the other's voice again
because in those seven years
i don't think i ever left your mind
i think i was what kept you up at night.
or maybe i'm flattering myself
i'm sure i am
my ego was always as big as the earth
i swear i never meant to—
no, this is all i ever do
i never take responsibility
for anything
in general
fuck i'm sorry
the back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home
but maybe that home is empty
maybe no one lives there anymore
it would be like walking into ruins
hearing the cries echo off the walls
trying
straining your ears to find that one familiar voice
those familiar footsteps
but i'm sorry
they tore down the slide my dad built
my mom had to make them promise not to tear down the treehouse
and i hate to say it but this is as literal as it is metaphorical
i was left in the dust when the ceiling collapsed
and when the walls caved in
i'm just a rag doll they're pulling back and forth
i'm not their child,
i'm an object they're trying to win
so from the bottom of my heart
i hope you're doing well
i hope you're happy
i guess i am the exception to recovery
