i am clasping my fingers so tightly over my mouth
that my skin has turned white and my nails are digging into my cheeks
in an attempt to hold the flood of words back
                                                                                        (I’m sorry I love you I’m sorry I love you
                                                                                           I’m sorry I love you I’m sorry so sorry
                                                                                           Please forgive me for I do only wrong)
because this is the time that
even though the words spilled like an unsteady display in the toy aisle last night
i know i have done no wrong
when all i ever did
was care.