Fucked.

I fucked up. I know.

I probably should have given you a ring.
Spending all my money on
alcohol and cigarettes

is no excuse.

The ocean still reminds me of you.

So, I moved as far away as I possibly could.

I still remember that last night,
In your car.

You were wearing your purple dress,
I was smoking far too much.
I still do.

We drove north, found the river.
Camped for the night.

I wish we could have kept driving,
never looking back.

The city behind us. No regrets.
I tried, without you.

A week later I had to come back.

My guitar strings broke,
I still can't sing in tune.

That night, it rained.
And we held onto each other,
naked under the blanket.

As waves crashed beneath us,
I slowly pushed myself inside you.
You smiled, as I kissed your neck,
kissed your breasts.

Maybe it was perfect.

I guess all I want to say is,
I fucked up
and I'm sorry.

I know that it's too late.