apology

Think I took it out on you,

I’m sorry.

Stuck and Frozen

From what I’ve Done

And What’s been Done to me.

I didn’t mean to.

I think you know that,

I’m sorry.

It’s not writer’s block,

It’s a guilt so deep,

like paralytic sleep.

I could lie to myself

But I can’t lie to you

I could lie to myself

But I can’t lie to you…

You remember that summer?

The one before your classes?

We went far away,

We still failed to escape,

The forthcoming change.

Broke, Broke, then Broken

again. None of them a

fault of yours.

But in my pain, I’ve hurt

you the most.

In my pain,

struggling with hope.

I sit and weep,

trying to be sweet.

I’m sorry.