Two words with too many meanings,

yet we all wish they meant more.

I could explain what’s in my head.

I could explain the constant pounding,

or blacked out eyes,

or bruised arms,

or stained cheeks,

but you’ve heard it all before.

That’s of course,

not an excuse.

I wish for a word that explained it all,

A word that could explain everything.

Like aching legs,

and unsteady breaths,

and blank eyes,

and tired stares.

We all wish for that word.

Maybe sometimes more than others.

Me, I wish for us,

not for you and me,

but for us,

how we always are,

back to how we were.

Because “I'm sorry's” will never be enough.

Not for anyone,

not for anyone but us.