you've been waiting for this day for fifteen years, and now it's come, is it all you thought it would be, does it feel how you imagined it would feel. i guess not. hope is a dangerous thing, it should come with a big fucking warning attached. objects in the mirror may be closer than they appear. objects may slam into you fast or they might creep up slow. i'm sorry you're family is gone, i'm sorry that you feel all alone. i'm sorry i'm to blame even though i did nothing wrong. i'm sorry i just can't be who you want. i'm sorry that this is how your life played out, cold, lonely and without. i'm sorry you're an inside out orphan, i'm sorry i'm one too. i'm sorry you stole my mother all those birthdays ago. i'm sorry you turned her into someone i will never know. i'm sorry i don't cry enough, i'm sorry i don't cry at all. i'm sorry that i can't forgive you however hard i try. i'm sorry you don't know how long my hair has got and i'm sorry you can't see all the love i've got. i'm sorry you don't know my favourite song or how i look at 2 in the morning. i'm sorry you can't place the sound of my voice, and you've forgotten my smell. i'm sorry you don't know me at all.
i'm sorry i'm leaving, and i can't see you before i go. please don't die whilst i'm on the road. when i get home i'll call you up, i'll invite you in. you'll have eighteen years to catch up on. i promise i'll write you, i'll let you know. i'm still not all together ready to let you go. and i love you, just so you know, no matter what you stole, no matter who you are. even though you can't count all your wrongs, i still love you, i loved you all along.
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