Apology

My words are few
My words are scarce
But when I speak
I often turn into an arse.

How can I apologise
And win back your heart
When I feel cold like ice
And unable to play my part?

Yet these are all excuses
When I see the bruises
My wicked words have caused
I must stop to think and pause.

You deserve better
Than all I can muster
You deserve my love too
And love you I do.

Hence this poem;
Though it still be mere words —
But I hope to repair the mayhem
Caused by my tongue’s slur.

I’m sorry for being an obstinate wall
I’m sorry for causing every brawl
I’m sorry for reacting stoically
I’m sorry I let you down so badly.

I hope You’ll still love me
Though I’m still insane — but surely improving
For in my heart I know I see
That I love you, oh so faithfully.