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Sorry

I’m sorry for the times I didn’t defend you,
and the times I focused on me alone.

I’m sorry for the days I just stood there,
the days that all I could do was nod.

I’m sorry for moments I wouldn’t listen,
moments you told what I’d already heard.

I’m sorry for the hours you spent editing,
and the hours I wouldn’t waste correcting.

I’m sorry for the days you spoke your language,
the days I could respond only in my own.

I’m sorry for the moments you were ranting,
those moments I was too in love to hate.

I’m sorry for the hours spent insulting him,
the hours I would cry because you hurt me too.

I’m sorry for the times I talked of romance,
the times you obviously wouldn’t hear it.

I’m sorry for the moments I turned up my iPod,
the moments I needed to escape the drama.

I’m sorry for the hours I was quiet with anger,
and the hours I’d act like nothing happened.

I’m sorry for the days I thought badly of you.
the days I never said what needed to be said.

I’m sorry for the times I dreamt through life,
times when being alone were more exciting.

I’m sorry for the moments I was codependent,
the moments I would beg for you to hold me.

I’m sorry for the hours you said you loved me,
the hours I didn’t stop to think it could ruin us.

I’m sorry for the days you would scream,
the days I would hear you even when I ran.

And I’m sorry for all the secrets and lies.
But I know that you can’t truly understand.


Forgive me?




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