Lucing touch 2 (reaching out)

I can’t help think she may miss me more than hate me.
One day coming back opening that starlit fantasy.
I swear on my kids' lives that poem was exaggerated.
The more I tried to mend the wounds the more aggravated.

I feel like we're still best friends but I have no way to know.
Still dreaming of her and the fun things we do in life's shit show.
I still talk about her and cheer for her as if nothing happened.
Reminded by my “stupid thinking” what a fucking pattern.

I really hope she still thinks and wonders about me.
Wanting to reach out without her consent is some bad anxiety.
Everything will be fine one day, too late, perhaps tonight?
Looking back and it was my fault I caused that damn fight.

Such an important piece that found its way into my dark world.
And insecurities and distrust I unconsciously hurled.
Never did I mean to hurt you, upset you, or make you sad.
In hopes you come back to reunite that best friendship we had.