The same song drones inside my mind
My nails digging into my head
And my eyes bleed until I’m blind
Til crying leaves me raw and dead

Yes, I’m done talking.
Oh, no, one more thing—
Nevermind, you’re not listening.

A misunderstanding?
A terrible landing?
A spill of spoiled words?
A confession misheard?

A synchronized heartache?
A regretful mistake?
A dramatic reveal?
A wish that we would heal?

A true apology?
A flutter inside me?
A small hope flourishing?
A warm breath of relief?

A happy melody?
A faint smile on my cheeks?
A distilled guilt in me?
A whisper... "I'm still sorry."

I'm sorry

I made a mistake
I stepped on a rake
I tripped in a lake
I danced with a snake

Did I say it already?
I'm sorry.

It smelled like trust
It smelled like truth
Like hope and heaven
It smelled like you

It looked like life
It looked like doves
Like sighs and smiles
It looked like love

It sounded like lies
It sounded like hurt
Like a deep crimson rose
Had been plucked from the dirt

It felt like heartache
It felt like guilt
And like all other roses
It began to wilt

pressing on my chest with a suffocating force.
burning eyes, under firey skies, throat tight and coarse.
melodies slipping, through the scars on my skin
a melancholy heartache from the worry within.
two worlds
colliding as we finally touch,
but why does crying hurt so much?