quick rumination

I am unhappy with the way things turned out to be and that’s on me. I broke oceans and seas and let our love go extinct like the honeybees because I didn’t care for the taste. What a waste of a year. I’m sorry for the times I kissed you and didn’t mean it and held your hand when I really didn’t want you here. My mistake. It’s just that I didn’t know how to take a heart and hold it tenderly for so long, like an egg-baby. I slipped. It fell. But I hope you’re doing well.