can you lift me up before i drag you down?

if it were really, truely, possible to kill time, i would have murdered yesterday.

dearest sweetheart, the bread is on the top shelf.

i hurt you and i was too proud and obstinate to put my hands up.
i said "go" and "i don't want you here."
but what i meant was,
"i'm an idiot" , "i didn't mean it" and "forgive me, please. i love you."
i don't know how my words get so garbled on their journey from my heart to my mouth.