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Jul 2014
My heart fell, my stomach knotted,
I pleaded, I cried, I apologized.
I owned up to the wrong I did to you, and your beautiful trust-
I regret

You don't know, but you're the only one who still calls,
my whole day rests on the notification on the screen-
and I still was stupid enough to mess it up
I regret it

I can't imagine truly functioning without you,
please, please don't shut me out,
please, please still be my best friend in the morning
I regret it, but

Don't worry, the but is there for me,
and my stinking pile of guilt that lies on my chest,
I shouldn't have done it, I hope you forgive me, it's all I have left
I regret it, but I

I wonder if Eve regretted the apple and the fall?
How could she apologize to Adam,
for one stupid mistake, and yet everything was wrecked-
I regret it, but I deserve

I am sorry, it's not enough
I regret it, so so very much
please forgive me, this poem, it's for you
I regret it, but I deserve your anger, be mad-
but still be my friend in the morning?
This probably isn't worth reading, but poetry is how I vent.
Written by
Madie Hanson
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   --- and Tark Wain
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