This isn't a sappy romance.
This isn't the fair tale of Romeo and Juliet.
You left me cold, bitter, afraid to even give you a glance.
You were a monster, how could I forget?
I'm truly sorry, love.
If I recall, we met sometime in high school.
I loved to look at you when you passed me in the hall.
But see, you were smooth and casual and I was a fool.
You weren't the monster then that would make me feel belittled and small.
My apologies, love.
We fell in love our sophomore year.
I was young and you were young, silly as we could be.
I treasured your companionship, dear
but you continued to walk over me.
I really do feel remorseful, love.
Our relationship began to fade.
You'd get angry, lash at me and give me bruises.
I was afraid, so I stayed
When people would ask, I'd make up the best excuses.
I'm feeling guilt-ridden, love.
You twisted me, made me believe
that I was the weak one.
But you were always one to deceive.
And shouldn't your guilt trip have begun?
I am shamefaced, love.
I was af