Sorry for the late night messages,
For the unloading of my burdens,
For the senseless talks,
The pointless talks,
The silly and boundless talks.
Because the bandages on my heart
Are so close to bursting apart,
Because the weights on my shoulders,
The expectations on my brow,
The sadness in my tears
And you soak it all up.
But talking with you heals me
Restraining, resolving my mind,
But only helping me through
The dark nights,
The rainy weekends,
The forbidden paths.
I’m sorry, but thanks for it all.