i'm sorry [it's so often so sad]

it's cold [on the inside] and my heart
is a frozen, tiny, crystal igloo,
awaiting the heat of worlds torn apart,
torn apart by thoughts of you.

there's a little, precious lever
too delicate to locate or pull;
i'm far too weak and afraid to ever
allow myself to feel love in full.

there's time but there's none--
i feel nothing and wasted and tired and worn.
they assure me that i'm never alone
but no matter what i'm still lost and forlorn.

i'm there and you're here and somehow
we're separate but one; there's
so much more than i can say or vow,
a soul filled with tiny holes and tears.

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