I’m sorry that I’m inadequate
For your heart
Find your blade
And follow it through mine

I’m sorry I cannot hold the truth
In these hands that hide their faces
Find your compass
And drive your ship from my port

I’m sorry that I loved you
Too much for your desire
Avert your eyes from my bleeding soul
Lest it bore deep into yours

I’m sorry for this long speech
That I bequeath your reddening ears
Here - take mine
And bury them - under your stark words
That you so brutally bestow.