You won't look at me at first
so the tears aren't real until I see
the moistness of your cheeks

It was my fault again
but instead of you gripping me tight
with worry
you are really
truly
hurt
by my actions

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

I only hope you feel the remorse in
my kisses
                   my touch
                                     my voice
I hope you know that if love were liquid
I would send you an ocean
and I would not stop giving
until every drop is gone
with the world thirsty
and you content.