Fuck It

There's an existence that I've occupied for about 19 years,
and in its occupancy,
I met her,
then i met you,
and now you're both out of reach.
I can't fully say i regret it,
and i can't say i'm sorry,
but Fuck this shit.
I'll be damned if i say i don't love you.
Yeah. shit hurts,
especially when you are too far away,
from a home we could create,
in a world of shit,
we could exist,
but stay back,
it feels good to hurts for awhile,
because it means loving you...