I remember that stupid gorilla suit you wore the night we met.
I kissed you though the sweat and chuckles, and we were only two.
If I could go back to the days before I knew you deeply, so I would feel no regret about the things I felt and said.
I guess I don’t have a reason to be upset; we both agreed.
You looked at me, right in the eyes, and said ‘One day, we’ll break each others’ hearts.’
And again, we were only two.
We fought, or I fought to keep you around. Though the reasons weren’t there, I tried as hard as I could, remembering all the time what you had told me.
The day came that it happened.
I’m still with my boyfriend, you know? And he really is better for me than you would ever be. He would never break my heart, nor I his. He gives what you have always lacked and loves without shame, something you could never give me.
Remember the night you came to my house and apologized for all of this? And you told me everything I wanted to hear? It was too late by then, and its too late now. I am with another, and we are only two.
But some days
I still wish it were you