Words

We only have one word for sorry

But I don't think its enough.

You loved me once, perhaps as much

As I thought I loved you:

I saw the signs but can ignore

As well as I can see.

There is none so blind as the foolish ones

Who pluck out their own eyes.

I thought that love would see us through,

That faith would be enough.

Yours was weaker (or mine too deep):

You saw that it would end.

I’m jealous that you saw that truth,

I hate you for breaking us up.

Only now do I see that I always

Hated you as I loved you

In equal measure.