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Perhaps the worst part about making a decision is that you cannot anticipate how you're going to feel the next day. And perhaps the worst way to feel is to feel remorse, to feel like you are mourning the death of sometbing you could have prevented. This is an open apology to all of those people that do not know what to do anymore but have problems keep reoccurring in their lives. This is an open apology to a boy who all I've ever done is hurt, because even though he's hurt me he's been here for me. I cannot say the same. This is an open apology on behalf of my defence mechanism, I'm sorry my walls keep going up and I always want to end things with a bang. I'm sorry when I'm mad I ignore you. I'm not a perfect human being. This is an open apology for the tears I have shed for you and in front of you. You shouldn't have to deal with that; no one should. I should've kept to myself and I didn't and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the pain and confusion I've caused you. I'm sorry I ****** up. And I'm sorry that I can't control how I feel and I can't turn my heart off. Because it's times like these I really wish I could.
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
An Open Apology
Perhaps the worst part about making a decision is that you cannot anticipate how you're going to feel the next day. And perhaps the worst way to feel is to feel remorse, to feel like you are mourning the death of sometbing you could have prevented. This is an open apology to all of those people that do not know what to do anymore but have problems keep reoccurring in their lives. This is an open apology to a boy who all I've ever done is hurt, because even though he's hurt me he's been here for me. I cannot say the same. This is an open apology on behalf of my defence mechanism, I'm sorry my walls keep going up and I always want to end things with a bang. I'm sorry when I'm mad I ignore you. I'm not a perfect human being. This is an open apology for the tears I have shed for you and in front of you. You shouldn't have to deal with that; no one should. I should've kept to myself and I didn't and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the pain and confusion I've caused you. I'm sorry I ****** up. And I'm sorry that I can't control how I feel and I can't turn my heart off. Because it's times like these I really wish I could.
Because I'm too stubborn to tell you and you need space
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
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