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A quick reply, a short retort,

My mood is bad, I'm always short.

I snap at you when I'm upset,

I gave you scars you can't forget.

And thinking back, I realized,

That I'm the reason that you cried.

So self-absorbed, and self-concerned,

Regret the way my anger burned.

I blew my chance, I passed it by,

When all I said was just a lie.

I yelled and cussed, I caused a scene,

Simply put, I was really mean.

To some extent, I patched it up,

But fact remains, I still screwed up.

Couldn't have asked for more than you,

Couldn't have gave up more than you.

Spoke like our time was just a game,

And now I hang my head in shame,

Because I did some stupid things,

I went and had some stupid flings.

I gave you grief, while you were pure,

You saved yourself for me, that's sure.

And as I look, can't help but see,

That you were always meant for me.

Can't turn away, I can't ignore,

I lived my life like some male whore.

I finally see, I get it now,

I should have waited to see how,

Everything would all turn out,

Instead of running off to pout.

For if I had, just stuck around,

I'm all too sure, I would have found,

Happiness, with you, at last,

And our friendship would be held fast.

Just like glue, our love would be,

My love for you, and your's for me.

                    -Lo Ruhamah