A Whispered ApoLogy

Been chatting lately to a girl with a broken heart,
Is she any different from the other girls in the mart?
Part of her is stuck like leftovers in a shopping cart,
And she's just another girl with a heart pierced by dart.

Yet it made me think about the time we had together,
In a whirlwind of guilt and conscience coming in tatter.
Had what i done caused an effect i can't begin to wonder,
Is the wound caused by me hurting the way it did her?

I guess like the guy in the story the girl told me,
I am not much different and i'm not proud to be.
I see the way things are the way i didn't use to see,
I am now facing what i did with no intention to flee.

Who would have known that a girl could be hurt like that,
Who could known those words hurt more than caling her fat?
I made me write this to whisper my apology and not to fret.
I guess what i did was just one of the things that i might regret.

I didn't mean this message to be anything but bland,
And what i explained long ago is still my current stand.
Leave out the bitter memories and remember grand,
I hope you are well and that you finally understand.

A meaningless apology to you but i am sincere.
I have not the guts to say it to you so i say it here.
Sorry for doing the very thing i know you fear.
Sorry for saying those words you didn't wanna hear.