robotfuckface

one more poem for you
one more for your collection
another scrap of paper
that he can go and crumple

oh the things i would have done
and oh the things i did
and how at night in blackest dark
and clutch these tattered pieces to my chest

regret
regret
such a gaudy crown i wear for you
so heavy
that my chin is scraping
with
every
single
step

how can i ever forgive myself
that i just wasn't strong enough to save us?
and how can i ever forgive you
that you weren't strong enough to try?