To properly get to the core of all problems

It's not that there's no time...... it just has passed already.

All the what-ifs and maybes, they build up a tower.
A tower so tall that almost reaches the sky.
When a heart drops, when I drop, as pieces of broken coloured glass, to the ground where you can pick up all the wasted hellos and unsaid goodbyes.
Such words, for whatever reason, are heavier than concrete or bricks or stones. They also build up a monument of lost messages, which cast a nightfall of shadows onto our shoulders.
Too dense, for any of us, to bear, look up and read the stele.

Had I known the right words to read.
Likewise had I known the right words to write down and send.
Those words that you like, the words that benefit society more than their costs, the words to express exactly what I mean yet not too mean nor flattering.
There's not enough paper in this world to contain all the blanks that I want to send; for words are too weak, poems eyes composed are blocked, which leaves nothing but blanks to load the weight of emotions.

I think I’d never understood a bit of the essence of LOVE.
In a sense, the term "with all the love in the world" should be interpreted as "with all the something-that-I-don't-understand-and-not-even-close in the world" for me.
It’s a non-proven substance rarely seen on the market yet very well spoken of; like cure for cancer or new method to make pink diamonds that cost only $1 USD per carat.

I tried hard to do my best, and tried even harder not to show that I did try so hard.
My self-indulgence and self-resentment are both intense; in my mind I'm constantly slapping myself.
What a scene.