I'm sorry.

Your expectations were high,

Castles built in the air,

And I brought them crumbling down

To earth; to reality.


My eyes may be filled with tears,

Sorrow overflowing,

But these are nothing compared to

The scars on your heart.


You thought me capable

Of wonders.

You wanted me to

Perform miracles.

Yet now it seems,

All I am capable of are just

Empty promises and hollow words.

Nothing more.


I implore you now,

Do not expect so much of me;

Don't get your hopes up.

For I am nothing but a

Hopeful, unrealistic girl, lost

In this word of unfulfilled, forgotten dreams.

Please find someone else to trust,

To put your faith in,

For I am incapable.

The End

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