They Cant Be

They cant be,
Three little words that could,
Slit your throat in a matter of seconds,
Make you feel like ships among wreckage.

The ship being my heart,
The numerous times Ive screwed up would be the wreckage,
The fleeting smell of rotten intentions lofting on my lungs,
Would come side by side with apologies,
Built like a ladder's rungs.

I wish Things could be the same as they once were,
You say, "They-Cant-Be"
Then i die because, "That-Killed-Me"

When i think about past talks and times,
I get sick of trying to make up pathetic rhymes,
To fix a broken friendship from behind enemy lines.

But the words, "They-Cant-Be"
Hit me in the face like the bat that mark mcguire,
Hit his last homerun with...

I feel that my heart has burst,
Because i feel there are things you just cannot see,
The fact that i was sincere in my apology,
It wasnt about luck and it wasnt about me,
It was about genuine sincerity and the fact that i am sorry...

But things getting back to normal?
They-Cant-Be