I'm Sorry

she stares at him,

bright red spilling from her arm,

the blade glinting in the light

he screams out loud,

begging for her to stop,

pleading with her

you didn't care about me then,

she says, her voice a mere whisper,

why should you now?

berating himself,

he implores her,

telling her to cease

heart clenching, arm tingling,

she watches the tear,

running down his face

he doesn't care,

is what she tells herself,

what you see, is a mere mirage

her heart betrays her though,

she reaches out to him,

the lacerations forgotten

he feels as if this is a dream,

but she's there,

she's so close, so close, yet so far

he sees her glossy eyes,

shining with tears,

he sees her blood,

flowing freely down her arm

and he knows, it's all his fault

and he regrets it all

so much

she watches him,

with tears running down his face,

that ever-present smile gone

looking down at her arm,

she knows it's her fault

and she regrets it, so much

the pain in her arm, has faded

leaving behind guilt, embarrassment,

a coil of dread, a flush of shame

they look at each other,

eyes meeting, feet shuffling

sorrow, guilt and regret,

filling the air

a muttered apology, a muffled cry

they're in each other's arms then

comforting and forgiving the other

she knows now he cares, so much

he knows she's the one for him,

the only one.