a poem of love, a poem of grief

Tried to be miniature,
but did not fit,
tried to be giant,
but people did not saw,
tried to be exotic,
but it was illegal.

tried to be a lover,
but just for a second.

he failed,
he knew that failure is her fear,
he scared her,

he was sorry,
it was me the one who should say sorry,
he said,

she had nothing to be sorry about,

"sorry is a sign of weakness," he heard,

he kept that,
he broke it,

and he broken.