Your words. Just words.

“Sorry” doesn’t matter
When she’s dying on the floor
“I love you” didn’t count
From behind a broken door

“I hate you” cuts so deep
When it speaks right to her fears
“Stay the hell away”
Will just bring silent black-tinged tears

“I’ll fix it” is too late
When it’s broke beyond repair
“You’re pretty” she can’t hear you
When she hides behind her hair

“I promise” is a lie
When you say you’ll stay forever
“I’ll save you” is just bullshit
When you say you’ll rise together

“I’m yours” is the first step
In making her heart break
And “goodbye” is the last one
The last one she can take.

Cause “sorry” doesn’t matter
When she’s dead on the floor.

---------A/N this is my thirty-third (33rd) poem on mibba. 0_o
i thought it was my thirtieth but my mate Azzure is cleverer than me and noticed there was a whole 'nuther page of them... so yeah XD