I’m sorry
It was not my intention
to disrupt the peace
Or to see gargoyles and gypsies
In the corners
I did not mean to chat with shadows
Or to try to walk with my arms
I’m sorry
I never planned
This hunched existence
Squinting over paper
Ink-stained knuckles
Fairy-fuelled thoughts
I did not choose to mumble
To myself, bits of stories
So I wouldn’t forget
Pretty lines such pretty pretty words
I did not mean to cherish them
Like jewels or mornings
But once they were fastened
around my neck
Once they are shining around me
Being without them was choking
Lifeless
I’m sorry