Up against the wall

All Your Apologies

Words.

I've seen them be hard as steal and fragile as glass,

Soft as a feather.

But never have I seen words as insincere as yours.

I've seen words scripted on paper in pencil and pen,

I've seen love letters and analytical essays.

On paper and screen

But nothing as void of emotion as your profession

They're a tangle,

a spider's web of half drawn effort,

held together by trying to convince me it's okay.

Not even to my face.

All your apologies, they're hollow

They're always so hollow

But so is my hope of you caring how much it hurts me.

I forgive you though.

I forgive you in the same way you apologised,

Void of any feeling.

But that's okay,

because I wont give you a reason to apologise again.