I want to flow from my own fingertips,
hang in the air, a final chord.
I want to break apart into a million pieces,
dance away in the nightime's wind.
I want to be held as I split and crack,
try to meld me together one last time.

I want to burst and implode and evaporate.
And I want you to know that I'm sorry.

lily-x

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dercio-lichucha

I read and reread and reread your piece to try to understand it. I think this is about someone who cannot express directly that they are sorry and so want to communicate by other means: through song in the air (hoping that the offended will hear it).
I believe the offender (the one who desires to apologize) is breaking from the inside with guilt.

faizel-farzee