Murmur

My heart aches, my soul breaks, the world shakes...
We just don't seem to have what it takes
To make this work out...I shout
At you, I even say a thing or two
I immediately wish I could take back...
I rack
My brains to find a way to make it up to you,
The stakes
Are simultaneously too high and low,
I can, but can't quite let you go.
will somebody show
Me the way to do things right?...
WE fight and love with equal ferocity,
We epitomise reciprocity
And yet, we as a couple atrophy,
I might have worked this differently,
Had I another chance:
I would've re-worked things through a single, conciliatory glance.
But it's a whit too late, much as I hate to admit it.
I'm not entirely sad, nor am I entirely glad...
I mean, you were a cad...
Or weren't you?