Crying at night

Maybe I love you was too much, or maybe too little, too late. Either way the silence weighs so heavy in fear it will break my spirit. The pain is made massive knowing this is how I made you feel. I keep telling myself it was necessary, that's a lie. I want to write something epic that can shatter windows and move mountains but the only words that come out are I'm so so sorry. I'm so so alone. It's so so quiet.