Not sorry

Time.
So the heart grows fonder.
Not whilst one side worries.
Left with more than just some questions unattended.
Abandoned.
They say knowledge is not power it is responsibility.
I'm not sorry I taught a man something he already knew.
I'm confused and consumed.
I was left only to be told to right my mind

I see he meant his request. I am not sorry that I cannot figure out how to be at ease with the sudden displacement. I am not sorry my apologies I am apologetic still not able to release my fuss. He's the go to for comfort I do not get. He's the redirect from all the chaos he inflicted. I think I'm addicted.
Insanity
Amongst vices of my own and needs just as fucjed up as I become after my fix.
I am not sorry. I am apologetic