RareForm
Bluelight Crew
My mistakes aren't made with your thoughts as the main ingredient.
Apologies are made with my mouth full of reasons and excuses.
Yet I mean every last one.
I can see that you've had your fill and are moving on.
Slowly, you begin to tear me apart.
Like tearing the skin from ripe fruit,
you remove layer after layer of sound emotion
and leave a stain of regret in it's place.
You speak your words and my ears only hear the tones of guilt,
I am humbled by your pain.
I remain quiet, ready for what's to come.
The isolation.
The silences.
The words that border on contempt.
Even when you have vented and are content,
I never forget the words that drove themselves to the very depths of me
and made a permanent residence.
They punish me still.
Apologies are made with my mouth full of reasons and excuses.
Yet I mean every last one.
I can see that you've had your fill and are moving on.
Slowly, you begin to tear me apart.
Like tearing the skin from ripe fruit,
you remove layer after layer of sound emotion
and leave a stain of regret in it's place.
You speak your words and my ears only hear the tones of guilt,
I am humbled by your pain.
I remain quiet, ready for what's to come.
The isolation.
The silences.
The words that border on contempt.
Even when you have vented and are content,
I never forget the words that drove themselves to the very depths of me
and made a permanent residence.
They punish me still.
