But it's my nature, I said.
Trying to change it would take a lot of time and effort
that would ultimately defeat the purpose.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Monday, September 4, 2017
She Says Apologetically
"I'm sorry."
What useless words. So craved, so meaningful and still...
I can assure you there are anchors and anvils attached to those two measly words. My apology is as heavy as every ocean and every sea. I could scream it till you were deaf and still wonder if you believed me. I promise you, I'm so sorry that I say it in my sleep.
I wish my apologies healed hearts.
I wish they did more than tear you apart.
What useless words. So craved, so meaningful and still...
I can assure you there are anchors and anvils attached to those two measly words. My apology is as heavy as every ocean and every sea. I could scream it till you were deaf and still wonder if you believed me. I promise you, I'm so sorry that I say it in my sleep.
I wish my apologies healed hearts.
I wish they did more than tear you apart.
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