Forgiveness

I humbly apologize on bended knee,
I am bent in half, for the taste of forgiveness,
That which only you can feed ,
And for it, I am filled with lust and greed,
Only the elusive words of, "I forgive you,"
Will fill the gaping hole your silence has left,
Growing within me.
Here I am,
Broken before you, like shattered glass,
Strewn across the floor and here I lie,
Soaked in my own blood and tears,
Because if I can't control the hurt from without,
Then I must learn to maintain the pain within.
Profuse apologies cried in whispers,
Fall onto deaf and turned ears,
Until I am hoarse and dry throated,
Forced to write these words of desperation,
Even though, deep down I know,

You will never read them.