i know you hate it
if i apologise for being
the most raw version
of my manufactured self

but

sorry for the times
that my loud babbles
drowned your quiet sense
- for it may seem
that my words outweigh
yours but that will never
be true.
i use words
to dress up and
decorate and
fill
any silence that sits
like an empty house -
too long,
too silent,
too alone.

sorry for the unending ramblings -
my heart rushes forth
to meet you
and my silly brain
just can't seem to keep up
i lose all sense of grammar punctuation intonation perfection
because you need to know
that the rivers of my mind
will only abate when
i find your shore.

i know you hate it
if i apologise from the bottom
of my heart for adorning
my disruptive self
with medals

but hey, it's cause for concern -
*you're stuck with me