"Words are like toothpaste. Once you've said them, you can't take them back."

I wish that wasn't true. From acting out of rage, I did just as I despised. My tongue set afire destruction. I wish I could find a way to put into words an apology suitable for what I feel. I wish I could cry. Why is it that when I am in the midst of anger, tears and mean words flow both so easily? And yet, I'm as sad as I could ever feel and not a single tear can fall, and I can't find the proper words.

Trust me I love you. I swear I don't hate you.
But honestly, I guess I have no right to expect that you should by chance believe me to be sincere. It's not fair of me to be so hypocritical.