Is apologies

Like chips of ice to one whose guts are torn from them

I have nothing to give

My words at odds will strike a chord in the heart

A bonding of a shared musing and thought

I weep

That that is only a fleeting part of me

What is solidly here in the consistent everyday

Is the heap of regrets and self-loathing

Trying so hard to be good

To not be a burden

But drowning

In each apology that I can only offer

As a shard of me to arm you to slice me with

For failing you

Again

And again

Again