kristen. . .

i thought i really knew you, turns out i hadn't a clue. i thought i'd give it all for you, well i guess thats the part thats true. i knew the things you hated, and everything you adored, and all the things that made you laugh, the things that i ignored. i saw you cry great tears of guilt, beside my bed that night, i watched so helpless as a ghost, trying to stay out of sight. i never meant to hurt you, nor take for granted what we had, and now you're gone, i can't go on, everything is turning bad. i wish that i had one more day, to tell you the things i should, instead i tell it to a post, a cross made out of wood. i'm sorry i was so useless, that i couldn't hear your cries, i guess we both had that in common, a convincing sort of disguise. almost a year has come and past since that day i won't forget, and now i'm left, i'm all alone, with the things i now regret.