I don't know how
the birds always stay singing
& the trees' leaves always
grow back,
greener than before,
while I get smaller inside with
each passing fall.

Everyone says that I am
a perfect fit,
but no one ever wears me.

Unaided, forlorn
Once worn, now torn
So long in faith she saw
Now denial’s raw.

Eyes looked upon light
Now cower in fright
Fear blankets her being
Vines rip apart the seams.

The truth, now lies.
Through death, defy
In contempt, she stayed
Her violence, portrayed.

Desolate, wrong
Rain down, in storms
Insightful, blind
Her form, no one can find.

This is an apology
For all the **** I've done
And all the **** I didn't do
And all the **** I'm bound to do

This is an apology
For all the cigarettes I've smoked
Since I was fourteen years old
And for the cheap *****
I drank to forget myself

This is an apology
For the flowers I've trampled
And crushed to the ground
And for the trees I carved
"**** it all" into

This is an apology
To mother
(Who I know I've disappointed
beyond words)

This is an apology
To my old high school teacher
(Who believed so much in me
Who said I would ******* shine)

This is an apology
To my best friend
(Who calls at 3 am just to make sure
I haven't burned out)

I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm so *sorry

She longs for his presence
To be able to hold him in her arms
One more time.
She'll never tell him how she feels
She longs to hear the sound of his voice
The way his hazel eyes brighten up when he talks
About something he loves.
How his smile can make her day
The way he isn't capable of doing simple tricks
Although he has been practicing long enough
She loves everything there is
To love about him