I'm broken in two I'm not even completely whole. I'm the broken dishes that have been smashed against the wall. My hands are smashed against the mirror in the bathroom blood seeping threw my fist. I should have stopped you and never let you go. I should have told you that i needed you that you were important to me. If only i had to your keys away instead of watching you leave the room. Now when I'm here i realized how much i wouldn't have been able to live without you and how big of a mistake i made. But will you forgive me now, now that I'm here with you. why is that when i stare into you ice blue eyes tears form and you whisper
"i shouldn't have come?"