Wrong Doing

Time to let the tears stream down my face.

Rivers of wet, salt tasting drops.

There is a crack in my heart.

Beginning to rip open.

I let you down,

Proved you wrong.

I am not worthy of your love,

Yet I hope and dream and love.

Where you embedded my heart,

There is a hole left behind.

I need you, want you,

To patch me back up.

I have said I'm sorry

Numerous times.

These tears I shed,

This pain I feel,

It's all to show I truely care.

It's an understanding,

If I'm not wanted back.

But I will hold onto this small sliver of hope.

What do I have to do,

To get you back to my heart?