hello there, a
you probably have gotten what you want from me;
my flesh, the gore that you seek
hidden within me, in this concept that
you feel so satisfied with,
getting what's arbitrary
hello there, a
remember, when you used to tell me
that the perception of 'being enough'
lies on the lips of everyone else but me,
especially you?
I guess so.
hello there, a
you probably had the time of your life
from your driven authority
on me, on how I act,
as if I depend on you
to breathe.
probably, the past is past.
but I want your apology.
maybe your apology
would stop me from shaking
every time a good person, a genuine one,
wants my body
for good reasons.
maybe your apology,
would help me sleep at night
and would offer me rest
from running away from
the nightmares you have caused.
maybe your apology,
would stop these thoughts,
that hinders me from
building myself
back up from the
scattered pieces, big, visible enough
to be reassembled, back
to the old me.
i need it; your apology
maybe it would help me heal
maybe it would help me forget
maybe it would
fill the gap,
the void
that you caused.
please, a
I am desperate.
I need to sleep.
I need to breathe.
to trust my body, and somebody.
and maybe, just maybe
your apology,
is enough.
even though, it will never be.