I Can't, I Don't, But I Am.

I can't say I'm sorry,
Because I'm not.
I meant every word I said.
I meant to hurt you.
I wanted to fight.

I don't regret it either.
I believed in what I said.
You needed to know
How you were hurting them
And how you were making me feel.

But when I'm mad at you
I'm even angrier with me.
For staying.
For not letting go.
For hurting you.
For caring too much.

It's irrational, but I am.

The End

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