I wish these words could express the gift you’ve given me and the lessons I learned from you.
I wish this gift would help to express that.
Now I have no words to reach or remind me of that.
I wanted to give you peace even if pain is blinding your existence on the darkest days.
If my capacity for space is weighing you down.

It’s alright I’ll take a sorrowful look.
I’ll take anything, but a heart of yours.
I’ll take it, but never an ounce of forgiveness.
I won’t force nor will I seek forgiveness.
The sheer stupidity is that I regret the things I did to you.
I don’t beg for forgiveness or an apology.
I don’t beg.
I can’t fix this barrier or that I ruined you with my actions.

The actions I would call of a lost soul, like you.
The lost heart of yours.
The lost person of you.
Misunderstood, but torched as a burnt heart.
I thought that if I wrote such words maybe it wouldn’t matter.

If that was me, like you I would’ve burnt the words.
I could already find them inside of myself, but this isn’t about me.
It is about you and I apologize if I were to relate it would break in half.
The thing is I saw good and peace in you.
I saw you as a person I cared about and nothing can change the wrongs I put upon you.

I think that life teaches you to be better.
If you are half brokenhearted in a drenched letter.
If the room was silent and filled with tears.
If it was all over and laced up in a ribbon.
I wish you well.

No, I don't wish you well like that.
I hope you heal on your journey.
I hope that life stays good wherever you are in life.
I didn’t have to say this cause I cared.
I didn’t have to say it if I didn’t.
I didn’t have to give words.
I did it cause I care about your feelings.