If I could empty the contents of my soul

show you the pieces of my heart

You would see how tiny a flaw

led to the scar I gave you.

If you were to look at all the good

the gems of my character,

the best of my passions,

you might be inclined to forgive.

but I know

How much I hurt you

How wounded you are

I know

No matter how great the good

It was the flaw that led me

and made me small.

If I could empty the contents of my soul

show you the pieces of my heart

I would want you to see the sorrow,

the shadow that I've made.

I would want you to know

I'm so much more than ashamed,

more than contrite,

guilty,

or humbled,

I am above all else,

sorry.