You didn't know how to hold a heart.

Would it be wasted
if I said that I needed you to
say you are sorry
see a heart that is falling apart
Would it be wasted
to say that I let down my guard
I believed in a love that could revive a broken heart

I was aching my heart was drowning on repeat
and every gaze at your face was followed by the missing beat
of a heart that holds, boldly loves and unfolds

You did not know how to hold a heart

There is no trust you can earn
no regrets showing
no turning you

Would it be wasted
if I said that I needed you to
tell me you're sorry
you loved me but kept me on hold

Would it be wasted to say
that I needed you to
see that my heart broke
but the blood was just drama for you

You made me doubt myself.

All I ever needed was justice
no sorry no regrets for the sake of being right
but seeing right

the declaration of false
over the half-hearted steps, you were taking
to remind my heart: It was not me.