NOTE- I don't mean it anymore

PART ONE; THE ANGEL OF APOLOGY FOR NESSECERY ACTIONS
How unfortunate,
I'm terribly sorry I had to do that
like that
Better then February 14th, surely, or once you can confront my reasons

Two months ago... god, I would have been so happy with you
would he be happy? No, he wouldn't
There's no win-win
And I'm really worried
I don't regret my desicion and it would be unfair to you to have chosen you
But god... what if it dosen't turn out, this right descision?
What if I fuck things up royally AGAIN?
Well, I'll beat myself up
thinking you would have been the better choice
But it may turn out well
Probably will
I hope it will
And then it will be i and a friend
and not i and the person who i'm only interested in for eating face
You would be broken much worse if I deceived you
and told you I cared

The you changes here. No longer referring to the road not chosen; rather, to the path i've set my feet upon

PART TWO; THE ANGEL OF THE PAST COME TO LIGHT IN GLORY
If you had told me sooner, things would be simpler
I'm so happy you told me at all
But I haven't seen you since October
but you still remember anyway
or at least, something remembers
I'd put it aside
and remember it now
Just as a bad confession marrs the past
a good ones brightens it
Oh, what silly poetry! You never chose her!
You tell me now you'd chosen me all along!
You idiot! You fuckhead! You drove me crazy!
You made me hurt him!
Oh, I remember
and am soothed; such lovely music!
Such lovely videos!
I won't talk to you tonight
No, I won't
I'll wait until wednesday the fourteenth
so we may have meaningful conversation
Such lovely lyrics!

There is no longer a specific you; I write to the world, now

PART THREE; THE ANGEL OF SUNLIT WISDOM
Draw in the sunlight and store it. Savor it. Take it out and light yourself with it when all is dark, and the bless'd believe in their own staged falls from grace. Don't ever doubt your first guess, your first intuition; it'll turn out right. Break hearts with as much politeness and grace as you can if you must break them.

PART FOUR; ANGELS IN FLIGHT
They sparkle darkly as the sun's set down. Who are we to call them stars?