The Overbearing Apology

In the shadows of my tension,

where I thought I meant well,

I wrapped my love in shackles but forgot to let you swell.

With my voice another thunder,

caged within my will,

I thought I lent you strength,

yet only bent your thrill.

I mistook your silence for surrender and your frown for fear,

In my quest to be your savior,

I veered from my own sphere.

Forgive me for my blindness, for my tempest in a teacup,

I see it now the very bond

I swore to build was torn down,

a slip-up.