I'm sorry.
That I made you love me, when I didn't love myself.
That you showed me your vulnerability because I made you think that there was no one else.
I'm sorry for laughing, when I should have been crying.
For leaving, and running away, when it was my fault all along.
For making you feel like you weren't good enough, and everyone else was right, and you, wrong.
That I made you think you were bad for me, when it was the other way around.
I'm sorry.
For misleading you, and making you lost, when you wanted to be found.
For hurting you, when I swear I just wanted to love you.
I'm sorry I let you think anyone could touch you, or that there were some above you.
That I whispered poems of love, but I had ambivalent feelings.
For reopening, and worsening all your cuts, and wounds, that I should have been healing.
That I was closed off. That we wasted each other’s time.
For pretending that I was soft. For only making sense in my rhyme.
I'm sorry.
That I kept my promise of not breaking promises, and instead, I broke your heart.
That I robbed you from experiencing true love, and that my intentions were not good from the start.
I'm sorry for making you think that everything was okay, and then doing the unthinkable.
For letting you believe in me, when I should have let you know that I was broken, and unpredictable.
That now, you don’t trust anybody. That you think it’s better not to put yourself out there.
For making you not want to love again. For making you feel like you had to share.
That it’s not fair. I'm sorry again. I know I don’t deserve to, but I think of you every day.
I'm sorry that I always ruin everything, and now that’s all I can say…
I'm sorry.