I reach my hands to touch you in the worst parts that you want but i dont but you do but we dont but we do- the silence creeping in just enough to rip my hands onto you and onto where you want them to, heavy hands heavy breaths in and out, tongue twisted between lips and bad lies, heart brokenness underneath blankets and blankets of desire piled on top of hormonic lusts-
I say that i'm sorry
i'm sorry that i don't love you enough to mean i'm sorry and to take away the heaviness weighing down upon my lips as they quiver and shake because i regret getting in the car in the first place.