Wasted love and a box of pictures.

He said “no, leave me something of yours so I always have a reason to come back to you no matter what happens.”

I’m sorry for loving this worthless piece of trash.
Im sorry for giving him thought, and I’m sorry for looking at old pictures.
I’m sorry that I pretend when he kisses me that it’s actually this worthless piece of trash.
Im sorry that he can treat me as if Im nothing and yet I’ll still want him.
I’m sorry I write about him,
and I’m even more sorry that I still cry about him.