Letter to the Past for Futuristic Love

I wanna kiss sadness because
It always held me on lonely nights
When your name failed to pop up on my caller-id.

I wanna hold sorry
For every time he took up for you
Because you never had any believable excuses.

I wanna slap forgiveness
For being too damn feminine
And for giving you a surplus of chances.

I wanna tell lonliness
To go the hell home,
Because she's easing into our time.

I wanna flick off my tears
For falling for you, and
Embracing the air of your absence.

I wanna scream at truth
For letting us say, "I love you,"
Knowing that our timing wasn't right.

I wanna fight time
To win you, and claim my title,
"Officially Yours."