I'm not okay.

The way you said all those things,
things that I never imagined you could come up with,
you said with so much love for her,
that I thought I would have given you up.
But I didn't.
I regretted that I ever read those words.
Those very words you said to her,
you waited until midnight for her.
I shouldn't have read it.
To me, your blog was bits & pieces of your life,
but now its just a mistake.