We never understood the reason why
Our arguments were heated air and I
Left you there among tear-stained tiles of red,
Thinking I could simply walk out, goodbye.
The air outside the house was damp; it bled
Down my face as I cringed at what I said:
Wishing you would die? The thought, it made me
See the useless nature of spite instead.
Apologies mean zilch, you would agree,
When the hammers of pride are strong, you see.
So I bought milk and roses on the fly;
Will non-fat be what you claim it to be?