I've faced my fears,
I faced the fact that
I still can't count the years.
You had a impact on me.
Your the one for me.
The tears I shed,
feelings fed,
all the nights awake in bed,
all the mornings I dread.
I still don't have the will to count the years.
I can't believe I cut our thread.
The red string that I dread.
I can't count the years.
I can't conceive a apology.
I can't shed enough tears.
I can't count how many times
we faced our fears.
I can't remember all the cheers.
I can't remember all our peers.
I'm sorry for one thing,
and that's for cutting our little brittle red string.

Authors Note: For one of my favorite authors on Wattpad neverlanded Inspired by her story Red String | A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction