Imperfect Apologies

In the quiet of the night, regrets softly tread,

Whispers of apologies, heavy with unsaid.

Stars witness the sorrow in the sky's expanse,

As I confess to the universe, my flawed romance.

I'm sorry I couldn't be the flawless piece,

A puzzle missing parts, longing for release.

In the gallery of your heart, I'm but a flawed art,

Brushstrokes of imperfection tearing us apart.

With every "I love you" that faltered on my lips,

I watched our love sail away on sinking ships.

I tried to be the sun, but I cast shadows long,

Leaving you in darkness, where you don't belong.

I'm sorry for the times I failed to understand,

Leaving wounds unhealed, like grains of desert sand.

My promises, like whispers, lost in gusts of doubt,

Falling short of the love you couldn't live without.

For every silent tear you shed in solitude,

Know my heart weeps too, in quiet interlude.

I wasn't the perfect one you wished me to be,

But in my imperfect love, you found parts of me.

So here beneath the stars, I offer this refrain,

A melody of sorry, washed in gentle rain.

Though I wasn't perfect, my love was always true,

In my imperfect way, I loved the best I knew.