Tonight, by your words, you killed me.
Words I hoped to hear in our past,
but you brought them to life in three.
The hours burned too long to last.
My first death since your betrayal
and the healing of my slow heart.
Not since then have I felt so frail,
overshadowed by time apart.
I moved on, but I had to hear
those two words from your lips tonight.
"I'm sorry"... I'm sorry my dear.
The words that hurt yet felt so right.
Not since the day I wanted death
have I teared as much from your voice.
The day I wished for no more breath
to utter words that can't rejoice.
Tonight I revealed all the scars
that had formed from that perfect day.
Memories encased from afar
that made you and me pain this way.