This is an apology
To make up for all the arguing.
I'm sorry
I'm not gentler
Not what you need
Not patient
Not relaxed.
I'm sorry I'm spiteful
And I get hurt so easily.
I'm sorry for yesterday,
The day before.
For the times I'm argumentative.
That I don't like bowie.
Sorry for when I'm sad
And when I make you feel bad.
When I pity myself
And get jealous.
I'm sorry.

Most movements
Begin with an idea:
Some,
With a ****.
The latter we flush,
Some former we should.

Trapped on an island so strange,
rules relinquished once Night overcame.
We realized when we came,
that it would and could never be the same.