Desperado

i didn't mean for it to be like this

regulus.

i'm sorry for the pillow stained nights and midnight fights.
you deserve carmine colored roses placed in a vase.

i'm sorry you cut your lip and sprained your heart.
i can't do much, i'm only seventeen.
but if you wish, i can kiss it clean.

i'm sorry you no longer wish to cradle the moon
and lean into my doting touch like a teenager dépaysement.
i've been a little lonely lately, my mind is a daylight nightmare,
i've forgotten to love you like i should.

i'm sorry i didn't hold you to me like sticking to spider silk.
i didn't notice a beauty in the present as i've been counting
moments like collecting pennies.
too busy mourning the cost to cherish the amount it can give you.

i'm sorry you shed your skin every morning
to release the pattern another man crocheted for you.
a new day, a new you, only to be replaced and done again.

i'm sorry i couldn't yield a forever long enough for the two of us.
time is as fragile as chocolate melted in the sun, but we are warm rum stored against ribs in the spring heat.
we're too treacherous for a simple binding road covered in snow.

i cannot build a sanctuary for our foliage trees.
people envy beautiful melodies like you and me.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.