The Mistake.

When you pull a thread to set things right,
Everything crumbles up,
Only loosening up those ties.

I don't know how to hold things together,
Or undo my mistakes.
I'm sorry I let the situation get worse;
I'm sorry we're not friends.

You were the person who knew everything
I was thinking...
Before I even spoke a word.
You could look me in the eyes,
And steal all my secrets inearthed.

What made us drift apart?
You were my strength...
In time, you're my weakness.
And now I am broken; so much in pain.
Even the broken pieces of my heart
Are too hurt to wince.