All these puppets wear bright smiles
While I let my mouth form a frown
They stare in wonder at the sky
As I feel my gaze drifting down
I’m told to stand and dance with them
But I am content on the ground
Sinking deep into the cobalt sea
I’d rather breathe it in, and drown

I left to wash my hands today
And rid myself of the sun’s cruel rays
I walked into the strongest waves
No one saw, so I couldn’t be saved

The water rose up from my knees
Until it began to fill my cheeks
Salt in my lungs, I couldn’t breathe
And by then at last my hands were clean

The same song drones inside my mind
My nails digging into my head
And my eyes bleed until I’m blind
Til crying leaves me raw and dead

Yes, I’m done talking.
Oh, no, one more thing—
Nevermind, you’re not listening.

A misunderstanding?
A terrible landing?
A spill of spoiled words?
A confession misheard?

A synchronized heartache?
A regretful mistake?
A dramatic reveal?
A wish that we would heal?

A true apology?
A flutter inside me?
A small hope flourishing?
A warm breath of relief?

A happy melody?
A faint smile on my cheeks?
A distilled guilt in me?
A whisper... "I'm still sorry."

I'm sorry

I made a mistake
I stepped on a rake
I tripped in a lake
I danced with a snake

Did I say it already?
I'm sorry.