The Oblivious Culprit Type.

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Submitted: June 28, 2010

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Submitted: June 28, 2010

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I'm sorry it's happening now.

I'm sorry I had to make it so complicated.

I'm sorry I'm such a depressive bitch.

I'm sorry I had to mess things up.

I'm sorry I didn't realise.

I'm sorry I'm putting you through this.

I'm sorry I wedged her inbetween.

I'm sorry I ruined everything a bit.

I'm sorry I have to apolagize this way.

I'm sorry I made it so unfair.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

I'm sorry I forgot.

I'm sorry it won't be exactly the same again.

I'm sorry that I'll expect you to forgive me.

I'm sorry that you don't have to.

So, I, filthy landlubber and send me down to the depths below, make me walk the plank with a bottle of rum...

I'll sit next to you and watch the stars in your eyes at midnight - our favourite time of tuesdays. We'll lay there like 'nobody' (s) and think about spaghetti and Abraham Lincolm. I'll run through your dreams, to fast for you to notice - I've never been the athletic type. With my iPod at the ready, we'll skip along the road side and sing  songs that make us laugh. I'll run a six thousand million miles to do your buttons up on your waistcoat while you point at dogs riding skateboards  wearing hats. I'll say sorry for infinity in my skull as pirate melodies pour into my emptiness around the edges.

Lets laugh at the night. Cry at the world and sigh at ourselves.

May our friendship kill our demons and our angels will die too as we live on. You'll always be my star.

P.S - It's a mad world.

xx


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