To Raise a Sinking Ship

But there was truth behind her statement, correct? How the words become a shield and a sword And here they stand before you again To convey their message Thrice before they were attempts to mend Once before it was to sever And as I type this in the dark, alone with only my thoughts What could it possibly be this time? For I don’t even know this time Your complaints were valid And instead of attempting to fix what was so obviously broken I ran and hid, proving my supreme cowardice I was once informed the last time was the last time You were right to state that So would begging for you to return to me Be a foolhardy venture? I would have to say yes. So as I lie here typing my message The one I so desperately hope you give the time of day Or night, in one point of view I have this to say I do not expect you to return Nor shall I beg I offer it only in hypotheticals And this isn’t what this is about I couldn’t stand it if you hated me For I could never hate you I doubt I could ever even dislike you And here I cling to the message I’m trying to get away from I offer this to you In hopes that I may avoid your hatred I’d hate to end our legacy on the bad note we did I’d hate to end our legacy at all But that isn’t what this is about. But what can I say but I was a fool I offer my deepest, And most sincere, Apologies But I know that isn’t enough. But what is enough? I ramble on and on and on across these words So allow me to end these words With a few more If I could go back in time, I would. If I could fix those mistakes, I would. But the concerns may have come too late. And here I cling. The remorseful fool that I am.