Built up resentment from that last argument. 

When you pointed the blame and took no fault in it like I was the only one who did wrong in this..

This misconception of what perceived to be love..

In this we had sex caught feelings didn't know what to call it type love.. This you messed around on me I got mad I messed around on you and you were sad type love..

This you wipe my tears from my eyes then recreate the pain in which I confide kind of love...

That I hate to watch you go but loved when you didn't leave kind of love.. 

What if I told you that I had a confession? 

That I regret the day we tried to make this 

This whatever kind of love whatever it really is..

That day when I swallowed both my pride and my tongue trying to prove that I am a woman and "hear me roar!" And share with you my deepest feeling of you and how you should choose to be with me because I 

Really, really want to be with you..

That day when I let down my guard and even though I knew your past and I knew all your faults 

I knew what you did right and I knew what you did wrong and yet I said

Fuck it  cause whenever our eyes met 

All that went out the windows and 

We were just two heartbeats starring into each other's souls and I could feel when your pulse beat so rhythmically

With mine and it was just love at first site

But damn, we messed it up..

Damn we messed it up..

And now my soul can't stand to look at you..

It's as if two unruly spirits passed each other and the atmosphere became tense

 As if a part of me died so that a Better part of me could live.. 

What if I told you that I had a confession? 

That I don't know if we will ever get back to where we've been and that maybe some day we can try again to be friends or even in the future try at love again

But until then

Until all insecurities fall out the windows and past and present no longer exist

Until again when our love will be able to coexist

I will be here thinking of my confessions