Sorry

I don’t know how to say “I’m sorry,”

Don’t expect me to.

Dip me in sugar, so you lick a coat so sweet before you taste my bitterness,

But you already knew that, didn’t you?

I don’t know how to roll up the words “I’m sorry” and let them unravel a history of hurt.

I bleed where you wound, but cover up where the dark enters,

I bleed where you see, but cover up where you don’t.

It’s easy to smile and be a poster of sunshine, well, isn’t that what teeth are for? Display?

closed glass-panel window inside dark room
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I don’t know how to say “I’m sorry,”

My heart just can’t fathom the words,

My mind knows the feeling, but with it is a memory that’s tainted,

Paint me the color of the night sky,

Color me the hues of anger,

Poster me the aftermath of a hurricane…I don’t know what you expect.

I don’t know how to say “I’m sorry”,

These scars won’t let me forget, every word, thought, action, taste…every single inch of what my memory replays…

So, I sink into my hues of anger, bathe in my bitterness and when dawn comes, I arise, my skin coated with memory, my heart washed clean of feeling and my mind…oh, my mind a haven of data…information that goes back decades to every little thing that you did.

I don’t know how to say “I’m sorry,”

It’s the truth I hold dear when it comes to you.


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