I am so sorry

A small piece of my heart dies each time I notice the suffering in your eyes.
Despite your best efforts, crying is all I seem to be able to make you do.

You put your heart and your passion in such danger and take such a hazard.
You open up to me about all that is dear to you, including your aspirations, dreams, and anxieties.

All I do, it seems, is be cold and cruel, failing to cherish and hold.
I don't seem to be prioritizing you.
I'm at my worst, while you act your best.


My heart and mouth don't agree.
My thoughts and deeds are so divergent.
I love you with all of my heart, but you act so callously and cruelly.

All day and night, I think of you and listen intently to everything you say. However, all I ever see in you is selfishness and conceit, casual contempt for others, and ignorance.

Everything is a test, including judgment and presumption.
No matter what you do, you are never first-class.
It never amounts to enough, no matter how hard you try.
I never hear you make love-related protests.


I pretend that I can't hear your cries of need and want, stability and trust despite the fact that I say I love you and value all of our dreams.
My pledges rust, and my plans never come to fruition.

I scream at myself for being such a fool for jeopardizing your love and your hand, and I pray every day that you never realize how much more I depend on you than you do on me.

In order to express my regret for what I did and do, I bared my heart and soul to you.
I am not hiding and have no justifications.
All I have
to offer is my unending love.