I miss Her again. I miss Her smile and I am forgetting. I am forgetting how she used to smile at me and how beautiful she was when we kissed. And I am forgetting how we laughed, and I am forgetting it all. She's gone, she's so far away and she says it wasn't my fault but it was. It was all my fucking fault. I was the one who can't keep my goddamn fucking hands to myself. I'm the slut here. I'm the whore. I'm the little failure that hurt Her and I hate myself so much for what I did. Why couldn't I just see what I had? Why couldn't I just be happy for once and not be such a useless little slut.

Why couldn't I be better.