If only I could touch what’s broken in me, and tell it: “I’m sorry”.

I still belonged to you long after you belonged to someone else.

All I wanted was to plant poetry in broken places and watch flowers grow.

I hope my forgiveness reminds you,Of the part you forgot to break in me.

If only I could touch what's broken inside me and tell it, I’m sorry.

I am the broken sky, you are my rain.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

I wanted to let you go, so I held you a little closer.

Promises are born broken, to fix them you keep them..