Sometimes, sorry just doesn't cut it.
As much as a person can care,
Often times they fall short...


When all our tears begin to flow,
behind closed eyes and walled emotion,
more fragile than the wintering sky and snow,
a kind of peace and twisted devotion.

I bruise easily, ability is key.
Leaving you is the hardest price to pay.
When I'm gone and you're gone, blind eyes might see
the piercing wound that grows each day.

After all this time, you open your eyes
to the gem you wasted and thrown aside.
As something inside both of us dies,
you honestly believe this won't subside.

Do you remember to a time when we were just friends?
Could anything more become a means to an end?

I wish I could have the same hope you do...
As much as I want to,
Optimism just doesn't come easily for me.
And I'm sorry.