Words flow like blood from a wound.
Words that make you feel something.
Words that make you swoon.
Words that cut like knives.
Words that carry lives.
If my words fill the parchment like ink then I will slit my wrists to keep them bleeding.
I can't run out of words, because if I do how will I tell you how deeply sorry I am to have hurt you?
The truth is empty words are meaningless, my apologies won't be enough, Just like yours stopped being sufficient after committing the same error one to many times. You were always enough but your errors cut me in a way that only words on paper could express.
