The Dove

Thoughts and dreams of you will always wash ashore,      
     
Bringing with them subtle reminders of that person I used to be.      
     
The dregs of mistakes made times before, effortlessly swallowing me like the sea.      
     
I could’ve and should’ve done more, instead of abusing your trust and love for me.      
     
I now sadly remind myself of a flea, as I hid that I was bitter to my very core.      
     
Unfortunately you seen something within me, something you thought was worth more.      
     
But I always failed to consider your patience, I blatantly disrespected your love.      
     
Nor did I ever consider fragility, as I bore my full weight upon that of a dove.      
     
I truly regret the damage, but cannot fix it with anything, no amount of love.      
     
Guilty of betrayal, neglect, cruelty. Guilty before the sun, and the creator above.      
     
I see now that I simply cannot undo what has been done… No matter how hard I pray upon The Dove.