I want to apologize for the things I can't change.
I want to embellish the things I wish I could.
How do I stop your hands from bleeding
When touching me is what caused it.
Some pieces are weathered beach glass
Smooth to the touch, soft on your skin.
Other pieces are as jagged as the day they broke
Sharper than my tongue when you get too close.
If my hands could heal, they'd still hurt.

A caress like a slap.
A kiss like a split lip.

Hold me tight like an Iron Maiden inside out,
The harder you try the more you bleed.
I'm sorry for the things I can't change.
I apologize for the things I stopped trying to change.
This is no puzzle you can coerce into a picture,
This is a mosaic of every failure and fault.
My fault lines like dried river beds,
Something is always missing,
I never look back at you the same way twice.
I want to apologize for being ever-changing.