Write me a book, Call it: "All the Ways I Was Unable to Love You." List the reasons why it was all my fault Tell them about the impossible pedestal you placed me on Describe the way my hands shook trying to put your pieces back together, and how I no longer knew whose hands were bleeding I never wanted to change you, I just wanted to be enough to fill your emptiness But the the void became to deafening, and with your brokenness suffocating me, I used my last breath to say "Im sorry."