If it helped..

 

If it helped, 

  I would say "Thank You". 

I understand break-ups are usually no means of amicable 

As much as I have never understood why? 

If it helped...

  I would tell you, 

  "I love you, and I'm sorry". I may even have. 

Nothing however, 

   Will make it "alright". 

I have nothing now, 

   That can cushion your blow.  

But if it helped...

I would tell you "Thank You", tears too easily flowing. 

 and no explanation of why or for what 

     Would really do. The impact 

         Is really just in those words of two: 

      "Thank You". 

I do not wish anymore to re-iterate. 

  I do not wish to fight or know. 

I just want YOU to know...

  That every single sacrifice you took 

       On my behalf... 

It will NEVER go unseen. 

I took everything you bent to give me...

  Like a queen. 

But it was love I sought, 

  The one thing, 

  You couldn't give me. 

   If ever there was a man, 

  Who raked his body over the coal...

Who took on the burdens on my life and home...

  Oh I know...

That was you.

 

But it was your heart I aimed to hold...already so black and blue. 

Even after everything that we have been through... there is such a piece of me 

    that doesn't fault you. 

We loved hard. We tried. 

  and in that time I found 

Perhaps afterall, I was no match for you. 

In my time, I did everything I could to protect 

  Your gigantic, rampant, and tender heart...

But, how I could not protect it from you. 

Purely sad. Just that. Simple. 

  No fancy words. 

I feel it. Feel the sadness of your weight setting into, 

  and setting into you. 

I have no thing now...

  To cushion your blow. 

As even answering the phone...

  Is only met by slurring speech, 

     for bodily meets, 

  mixed emphatically with 

Further insults you throw. 

No...

I have nothing anymore to cushion your blow. 

But if it helped...

  I would tell you 

   "Thank You"...

If it helped to heal this hole.