I was not there when you needed me.
I was not there to support you.
I was not there when you gave birth.
I was not there to whip your tears off your face.
I was not there to love you, when you loved me more than anything on this planet.
I was not there to comfort you, to hold you in my arms and kiss you, "Goodnight."
I was not there.

You loved me unconditionally, and I guess I got drunk.
I got drunk and started tripping.
I showed you no respect.
I showed you no love/devotion, care, nor faith that we're gonna be alright, but you kept the faith. You showed me the love/devotion, care and naughtiness.
I was drunk.
I was not ashamed to talk to you in that state.
I had no faith in us.
I took advantage of you, and...

I'M SORRY.

You probably have heard this a multiple times.
I've said it exponentially.
I've turned it into the breath I take every time I take my time and talk to you.
I've hurt you.
I've cheated on you.
I've given up on you.
I've lied to you.
I've made you look bad in the eyes of others.
I've turned you into a disgrace to yourself.
I've turned you into a monster.
I've turned you into a black hole.
You've absorbed all the dark energy, all the dark matter, and exploded more than a septillion times, because of me; because of the love you had, for me. The love I trivially avowed into my life, until one day.
The day you left me.
The day I started crying for you.
The day all the memories we've composed flashed back onto my face.

You're a star system baby.
Never allow me, him, her, nor them to determine when you're gonna be happy, nor live your life to the fullest.

Blast off.