I'm sorry I didn't tell you how much you touched me, how your spirit shattered my armour built by years of isolation.
I'm sorry I didn't open up to you when your beautiful eyes pierced my soul like a revelation from above.
I'm sorry if I hurt you or if I seemed ignorant to pangs for connection.
I'm sorry I'm a fool, sorry for the empty life I can't give up for fear of living.
I'm sorry for myself, a cemetery full of dead memories, tombstones inscribed with a past of turned down love and unshared joy that no one will ever read.
I'm sorry that what was only spoken words away will never be uttered because of a moment lost in the space between our lips, because of my agony at exposing my heart outweighing my fear of being old alone.
I'm sorry I doubt everything, sorry for the sadness I carry around like an old friend. My heartbeat is a mournful guitar playing in the corner of a room with the lights off echoing around me, never letting me forget the life I continually let go of.
I'm sorry I will never lose myself in your embrace, forget a world of tears and let our hearts duet and for a lifetime relish in simply being.
I'm sorry that after writing all this down I still wont be able to tell you.
I'm sorry is all I can be.
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