I’m sorry that I let you down.
Who know my heart would become a ghost town.
I never meant to hurt you.
Now I must bid you adieu.
What will become of me and you?
A story that may need a tissue.
Maybe someday we can start over,
but that someday is not today.
Will you accept my apology
or leave it to rot like broccoli.
This must end.
I know you will love someone again,
but that someone isn’t me.