Apr 12
I'm never as tired of myself as when all I can offer
Is apologies
Like chips of ice to one whose guts are torn from them
I have nothing to give
My words at odds will strike a chord in the heart
A bonding of a shared musing and thought
I weep
That that is only a fleeting part of me
What is solidly here in the consistent everyday
Is the heap of regrets and self-loathing
Trying so hard to be good
To not be a burden
But drowning
In each apology that I can only offer
As a shard of me to arm you to slice me with
For failing you
Again
And again
Again
And again