I don’t ask for forgiveness like I used to
as if it were my god given right
to be right
but I left you with a fistful of thorns when I should have given you flowers
well the July fires are nothing compared to the words that I have said
maybe I don’t ask for forgiveness because I feel like I just don’t deserve it
maybe that’s all there is to it
I wish I could say that my bark was worse than my bite
lace a crown of forget me nots for me
fasten it into my hair with strings
so that I can remember to be sweet