You're sorry?

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You're sorry? 
You are sorry for breaking my heart? Isn't that funny? 
Just what if i go back, i go back to the time when you loved me, and instead of hugging you, i take you in the room, pull your t-shit and jeans off of you and throw you in the bed. What if i kiss you, relentlessly, what if i kiss your entire neck, bruising all your skin until it turns dark purple and rip your panties off. What if, like i hugged you, and made you whole again, i would use my energy and break your helen, take your virginity away, while whispering in your ear, promising a future and as you wake up the next morning, i stand at the door saying, "I am sorry, it was alcohol." Just what if, 
I broke you, like you broke me? Would you have the patience, to die a little every day, inside? Would you have the spine to bear the weight of what i carry? Would you still love me, like i do, although you ruined me? 
Pick your hands up on the air, and praise me, you were a innocent girl, and i made you a murderer. You brutalised my heart to death. 
And all my heart did was to beat for you. And then you buried me, in the soil, full of hatred and agony. 
And when i died, the last 7 minutes of my brain activity, called your name, craved your touch, begged your warmth and cried your existance. 
You smirked, turned away, and left.

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