I'm sorry about your floor,
and I apologize if some got on you.
I just can't hold it in anymore.
Could never digest this -
I had to spew.

Been taking it in for years.
Way too many to count.
A regurgitation of the regrets and fears
came pouring out of my mouth.

I'll clean it up.
Don't you worry about
that.
Just hand me a mop.

There's no going back,
though the smell still makes my stomach turn.
You'd think I'd know my limits by now,
but it seems I'll never learn.