Haven’t known what to say to you:
Hurt never went away.
Pushed myself to be better, more.
Pushed you out of my mind;
If you wonder, this one’s about you
(but not as much as you’d think).
Lose your selfish belief of being selfless, maybe we’ll talk–
if you start with apologies.
And I never got mine.
What’s gone is done.
And what is to come probably isn’t us.