The dam–the one keeping the tears contained–breaks.
I’m sorry that I’m never enough for you
The words are said with a sarcastic edge to bury the pain.
Silence follows.
I’m sorry
The words are a plea for forgiveness? A taunt meant to mock? What irony hides behind these words.
A breath leaves room for consideration.
But I try
The voice cracks much like their heart.
I try and try and TRY
The words are screamed. They hold so much anger and hatred and resentment–
A warm embrace is what they crave. But it will not be given. Instead a wall of ice greets the passionate outburst.
… but I will never be what you want
the unwanted truth is whispered
I will always fall short.