I’m sorry
for the craters on my body
make me incomplete
and the galaxies within me
are starting to deplete

I’m sorry
for my stars have misled you
along the way
and my darker-growing tunnel
has sent you astray

I’m sorry
for my skies carry clouds
of heavy rain
and the warmth of my sun
inflicts only burning pain

I’m sorry
for my waves have crashed
into your home
and my narrow caves
have broken your bones

I’m sorry
for my wilted spine
has crawled into the soil
and my withering gardens
have lost all joy

I’m sorry
for believing that I could
heavenly adorn
a mourning heart
with walls of thorns