'Sorry,' the only words I manage to let slip past my
trembling lips, because there is nothing else to say, you have
every right to hate me and every right to leave, and I can see it, feel it, the
language of your body tells that you are afraid that if you don’t
leave now, you may never escape. Because I am a burning building you
knew you couldn’t save, but you tried anyway, gave me all that you could,
and more, poured yourself out over and over again, hoping that I’d finally
let you fix me, but I am void, my mouth razor blades against your soft skin,
my words bitter and cold, they tried to warn you that nothing fills this emptiness,
but you were too busy hoping (naively hoping) you could be my rescue.

- S.G.