I gave David the letter this morning. and by 2nd period I was already wishing that I burned it so he would never see it.
'I can't keep going under...'
(EDIT: One of my friends who was sitting next to him this morning told me that he didn't even look at it and threw it away as soon as I left.)
I did stick a poem in the letter though...
I look at you, while you look at me.
I watch your lips move, quickly, but free.
It’s been a while now and I’m starting to see.
The mistake I made, it stings like a bee.
I look at you now, and silently cry.
But what happened before isn’t the reason why.
I’m sorry for having ran, I know how much it tore.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, can we be friends once more?
and here's the one now...
Why did I do it, I knew it was wrong.
It caused more pain, I didn’t want it to prolong.
I look at you out of the corner of my eye.
Oh, just fuck it, I know this is goodbye.
I don’t care about pain; it’s supposed to be this way.
My thoughts anger me, they caused this small fray.
This is the final goodbye, we’ll no-longer talk
Anything you want to say, go screw it and walk!