89 : now you can't tell the false from the real


I'm sorry that I write about a man who isn't you
I'm sorry that I write about inside jokes the we never laughed at,
I'm sorry that I write the stories that you had no part in,
I'm sorry that I wrap myself in memories that you can't picture,
I'm sorry that I write about a love we never shared.
And above all
I'm sorry that you're still reading these words,
When you know that I was never yours to care for.