this is just another grain of salt in the sea

and I say

I say I'm sorry

that the glass speaks to me

in such harsh tones

beyond those which you can see

and I'm sorry

I'm sorry I can't accept your gifts

of honey and beads and pearls

I can't adorn my body

with your words

you're so kind and loving

but all I am is sorry

this is a mess

I'm the one who made it

and I listen and I drink in

what I hear

not from you

but from the fissure in my heart

the space between my ears

I'm sorry because it's been years

and I'm lying in a pit of sand

in the middle of an hourglass

each minute that passes

just adds more pressure

and it seems like at this point

pain is becoming pleasure

and I'm so sorry

sorry that I can't decide

to hear a different tune

sorry that I listen

to words that can only ruin

my reflection

and I'm sorry

(sorry you have to see this)

but there is ink within my veins

and you need to know

what words are engraved

beneath my skin