I Hate That Its True But, It IsI smiled in your face when I knew I hated you.
I tattooed your name on my neck when I knew it wouldn't last the summer.
I called when I really wanted to talk to someone else.
I went when I didn't want to, did what you asked, wore what you said and felt resentment bubble up but just drank it down.
I could have said how I felt but I felt weak
I felt like having to suffer was my punishment for cheating on him
and lying to her
and taking what wasn't mine all those years ago.
Some of it is truly my fault.
I have tried to control and manipulate things
and the reasons are thin and fragile.
All I can say now is I'm sorry and I have to let the guilt go
and the past
and finally forgive myself
Cause moving on is the real truth
Time to accept it.