sitting here, thinking of you with her, unable to...

sitting here, thinking of you with her, unable to breathe. how is it that thinking of your past makes me sick? you did it, so you obviously don’t regret it as much as i want you to. i want to touch you, smell you, be with you — but how much longer can i do this to myself? how much can one heart take?
i guess time can only tell. i’m sinking deeper into you.