This fall from grace is killing me.
‘I’m sorry.’
Two words said far too much;
I’m not even sure if I mean them.
Then again, maybe it isn’t worth it.
Your complacency is tiring me,
No matter how many tears I cry
You can’t care,
And it just makes me cry more.
I don’t admit it.
Won’t
Can’t.
Don’t ask me, I don’t want to be the one to tell them.
I’m not doing anything wrong.
I miss you,
But I won’t say it out loud.
The pen is the mightier,
But I’d prefer the sword –
No way out
No regrets
No memories
‘Left to rot,
But any travesties
Are not forgot.’