I can't ever tell you why this will all bleed meaningless in the end,
Because no matter what
it will always be this unanswerable question
of how long I can wait.
You needed me once
so now I'll always need you--
and you can't go and do what you do
and then say what you say,
because your words ultimately tell the truth,
and your actions hurry to cover whatever reality you can't admit.
I'm sorry that your eyes are something I'll always hold with care
in my hands that don't even exist to you.
So maybe I'm just sorry that I was everything and nothing you wanted...