You never got the chance to feel a summer breeze kiss your cheek
as the smell of honeysuckle danced up your nostrils.
You never got to feel your first raindrop splash on your shoulder
and tickle its way down your arm.
You never got to pick a favorite animal
so I could go out and find it stuffed
and rest it at your side while you slept.
You never got a name.
You only got 2 months.
All we had was two months.
And I never got to know what it was like to call you mine.
And if I could I would give you my forever
and spend it apologizing for all the chances I took away from you
because I wasn’t ready
Because I couldn’t do it.
I would tell you I’m sorry
for giving you life
just to take it away
before you ever even got to feel a soft summer breeze
or a mother
kiss your cheek.
Just heard this on the news and my heart broke. (via tywins)
Yesterday, I told him to fuck off
and it felt fucking great.