I'm sorry

that I left my shoes

under the dining room table

even after you told me

they were getting in the way

of your vaccuuming.



I'm sorry

that I missed your

17th birthday party

even after I told you I could make it

and was excited because we haven't

seen each other in a while.



I'm sorry

that my dress rises a little

too high

whenever I bend to pick up

that black furry cat that's

constantly meowing at you.



I'm sorry

that highrises and architecture

and green plants with big leaves

and little flowers

excite me on my

worst days.



I'm sorry

that I told you that

I loved you

and I would always be there to

paint portraits of aliens

and flowers for you.



I'm sorry

that I'm not so special anymore

and my hair needs to be cut



and my skin is a little dry.