Someone once said,
"Apologies do not make good bandages"
But it's hard to unlearn seventeen years worth of "I'm sorry"
I'm the type of person to apologize for everything
Even when nothing is my fault.
Maybe it's because I was raised to tread lightly over eggshells and broken glass
Maybe it's because the little pink plus sign signaling my arrival was like a banshee's wail to a young woman
Maybe it's because seventeen years have taught me
Apologies soften the punches but often leave deeper bruises.
Maybe I just want someone to hurt like me.