when I hurt
I hurt you
and that\'s something I keep getting wrong
I say I\'m sorry but it sits with you
I see it under your surface
I see myself tearing you apart
we reach out in embrace but somehow find ourselves
with hands around each others throats
I chip away at you
you chisel and fracture parts of my figure
inextricably entwined in a love meant to capture
a love meant to mold
a love that has burned us with fury
but left our hearts cold