a sorry from the lips
is a lemon for the emotions
bitter.
Sorry is one
lonely, empty word.
Broken souls have false thirst
for sorry,
a false yearning for one sweet
sorry;
a shot of liqour for the alcoholic.
Tipsy now off apologies, clouds judgement
it will fade, and emptiness will prevail.
Empathy is the broken souls craving;
a false need for understanding
crack for the crack head.
They push empathy,
gather it and gently tap out lines
to get higher;
just to fall lower.
Although;
how false is the need for understanding?
The need for emotion?
Everyone needs to feel
once and a while.
They need you to feel them.
I need you too feel me,
to glue the brokeness together with care
and fill the emptiness with emotion,
feeling.
Patch the gaps with understanding;
patch it
with empathy.