Tuesday, March 15, 2011


I heard "I'm sorry."
But it doesn't change a thing
About what was said or how I'm feeling
It doesn't help me miss you less
It doesn't clean up any mess
Broken pieces, meaningless sex
A mess of perpetuating unhappiness
I wish you weren't sorry at all
Had you left uncaring and wordless,
Maybe I could've broken my own fall
But here I am, with echoes of "I'm sorry -
- I'll be there if you need anything at all."
Your apology left me burdened with hope;

And hope is not a happy thought
When all it does is break my heart.