Paper filled with words
not enough to contain
all this emotions,
all this pain.
This pen, with ink
not black enough to paint
All these thoughts.
Poetry,
So shallow
not deep enough to hold
the vastitude
of what I wish I could've told.

If i could,
I'll replace these words with my voice,
Ink with my blood,
this poem with my body
To reach you till it aches
to forgive you, caress you
even if it breaks,
just allow me a chance
to fix our mistakes.