Endlessly Flawed

Sitting alone in the place I saw you last..
No, not the clinical depression-- that I'm past.
I'm staring at the wreckage of our love strewn across the floor.
Thinking about my broken heart that you tore.

I want to forget you,
I'm wishing I could.
So much reminds me of you--
Your clothes still on the floor;

The broken glass from the slammed door;
The broken pieces of my heart
lay alone with no hope of reassembly.
I couldn't be what you needed..
I'm so sorry my mistakes never ended.