Tuesday

I'm sorry about tonight.

Like all the nights before.

I realize those words have less meaning.

Each.

And.

Every.

Time.

I.

Use.

Them.

That may mean something.

But something in me knows I truly am sorry.

That I truly regret every moment i'm not spending with you.

Fuck, I wish you could just hit me.

I wish you could just yell at me in my face.

I wish you would just say let's be together for

The Rest of Our Shitty Lives.