i feel
so sorry
yet
so misunderstood.
i wish you loved me in the ways you never could.
my aching
stomach.
this
nervous
tension.
i hope you're not still sobbing in the kitchen.
my aching
stomach.
this
nervous
tension.
it'll die down and ramp up again.
it'll
grow
awkward
and
we'll
speak
again.
i'm sorry and so sad.
i pray
you
will
still
love
me any
way
that
you
can.