“i’m sorry

i’m sorry if when i left

my words turned into bullets

continuously piercing 

new holes

in your delicate heart

causing permanent

irreversible scars

that would go on to 

imprison the remaining fragments

of what wasn't

torn 

apart 

i wish i had said

i’m sorry you had to

break down

my esoteric comments.

that you had to search for

meaning in a bunch of

meaningless words

that my ambiguity created

clouds of haze

that fogged all our days

withholding you from someone who 

would've really stayed.

and for that i should’ve said

i’m sorry that i

never 

treated 

you 

right.

that i left you to build a fortress 

all by yourself

within the span of a single night

that i failed to turn on the lights

that i gave no foreboding signs

that i didn’t even say goodbye

i’m sorry 

for giving you 

the impression 

that you 

had 

something you 

never 

quite 

had 

i’m sorry that i let go of the best i ever had”