Release the guilt you hold dear
For holding onto what could not have been saved
You didn't give it your all
But you whole-heartedly wanted to
And that's at least worth something
Your heart is full with fault & mistrust
& so it aches and brews a poison
Engraving knots & spilling out your veins
Dispel the blade, I was waiting for you in the wrong
I write to say that I made mistakes
& I know that they are real
We can't take back all we destroyed
And all that we left, it was real
I know compassion as sinking into apathy
So: misguided & afraid
What is normal & is it a feeling?
How would you describe it with words?
Leave no trace