all the time that we've spent,
all the things we didn't do

all the love that we showed,
all the hate that we showed too

all the shades of the sky we've seen,
every tint and every hue

all the laughter and all the joy,
all the struggles we suffered through

all these memories locked away
because now i'm losing you

Some wounds have this peculiarity:
They may be hidden, but they never fully close.
Always painful, always ready to bleed when touched,
Delicate as a withering rose.

They remain fresh and open in the heart,
with every pulse and breath, pulling apart.

As you lay in your hospital bed,
hurting more than you can bare,
I'm sorry for all the times I gave up on you,
For all the times I wasn't there.