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I'm so sorry

I forget the secret special name

christened to you by only me

I know you remember everything



It's so hard to remember

even just to breathe

when you look me in the eye

and I can't look in the mirror

ashamed of what I'd see



So how do I tell you

when I dance with you

I don't care who sees

and how do I explain that

I didn't hear

that I couldn't believe

you'd love a whore like me



Someone like me

who never knows the right words

who forgets each precious moment

spent together

just to hear you breathe



God I wish I held your held

Held like you were drowning

Pulled you up and breathed

my life into your caving lungs

Instead of watching them collapse



I should have stood and told them all

that love knows no gender

only the heart and soul

I should have held your hand

and followed wherever you would lead



And it doesn't matter

that they'll destroy me

because you'll be there

to hold my hand

and mend my broken wings