SORRY DOESN'T FIX A BROKEN HEART


 I wonder what you are trying to achieve ,
The random poignant texts of apologies.
You say you are sorry for what you did ,
Buy hey you ,allow me to ask ,
When you say you're sorry for breaking my heart ,
What am I supposed to forgive you for? 
.Breaking my heart or the whole life of perfection shattered.
It only paints me as a monster for not accepting it as reason enough,
Sorry does not fix a broken heart

So even when you say you're sorry 
Sorry for breaking your promises ,
And your words make a scene in my inbox ,
I can't go back to the time you made me happy for a while ,
The memories mean nothing when I know you do not think of me as I do you ,
Here is the thing, you broke your promises and broke my heart, the memories just serve as a reminder that break me 
Sorry doesn't fix a broken heart

For all the nights I cried myself to sleep
Tried so hard to be a live a day after another.
For all the mornings I picked myself up after a sleepless night
For all the evenings I spend dreading nightfall and it's power to make it all too real
For all the nights I was afraid of the dark 
For all the nights I didn't know what was worse,
The pain or the demons pain wakens at night.
So , sorry doesn't fix a broken heart

You do not get to say sorry ,
For all the time my friends picked me up to cheer me up when . you broke my heart
For all the time you were not a shoulder I cried on
For all the time I needed you to choose me and you did not
I would want to know why 
But you will probably say you're sorry,
Again,
But sorry doesn't fix a broken heart 

You say you are sorry
For ruining my trust in love and men
For making me rebuild the walls i was so relieved to let down 
For making me reluctant to let the next guy in 
For making me hold onto my heart for you broke it to a million pieces
For making me have to pick the pieces one by one all by myself
And all I get from you is 
"I'm sorry ,I didn't mean to"
But sorry doesn't fix a broken heart

 "I love you" those words leave bitter taste in my mouth
They are no longer a green flag 
But one big reason to close the door and flee as far as possible,
We had a masterpiece and you tore it up,
I'm sorry,but sorry doest not cut it .
By Favor Khaoya.

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