The touch of your hands
               cracked my walls.
Your sweet fragrance
               drowned me in an ocean of roses.

“Sorry I can’t do this anymore.”
“Sorry I don’t want things to be weird.”
“Sorry I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Sorry, you don’t deserve me acting like this.”

If words could heal, my eyes wouldn’t start tearing every time someone asks “are you okay?”

I wouldn’t feel broken every time I hear your name or think about what we had, or didn’t have.

If “sorry” actually made things okay,
then some things wouldn’t be as painful as they are.

Having you say sorry actually makes it worse.

Why are you apologizing? Just don’t,
don’t even bother, please.

No many how many times you say it,
it doesn’t change the fact that
it still hurts.

I am sorry but your apologies don’t make things okay.

You lose her when you don’t notice that
she notices everything about you

You lose her for every second you make
her feel less and less of the beauty that she is

You lose your love for her
& you lose her.

Drowning in your lies,
as I was fooled by your eyes,
not once or twice,

you left me hanging like I own
                          the heart of ice.