apologies.

you’re crying


I’m sorry.

every shudder feels like an earthquake
and every death is caused by me.


it’s a bit late for apologies now, isn’t it?


It will never be the same,
will it?
You and I: we went through
so much.

No, the heartbreaks came and went
and we stayed put, my friend.
But when one breaks the other
how can we still love one another?

You are the better person here:
you bear it. somehow.
(I cannot; it drowns me
skins me alive
burns me
freezes me
tears me
breaks me to see you hurt
and I want to murder whoever did it to you)

My dear,
I love you, and
you will always love me,
just a little
too much.