this is not an apology
I’m sick of saying “sorry”
when I take my clothes off for you
my body is beautiful
even if you never said so
I’m sick of saying “sorry”
for knocking back the bottles
harder than you knocked me around
this is not an apology
I don’t owe you anything
hell I never did
I’m sick of the sorries
because my lips were too slow
my tongue too fast
my hands never met the speed of your measure
the tick tick tick of your metronome
I’m not sorry for walking away
when this was only ever one sided
this is not an apology
and I am glad you’re gone
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
this is not an apology
I’m sick of saying “sorry”
when I take my clothes off for you
my body is beautiful
even if you never said so
I’m sick of saying “sorry”
for knocking back the bottles
harder than you knocked me around
this is not an apology
I don’t owe you anything
hell I never did
I’m sick of the sorries
because my lips were too slow
my tongue too fast
my hands never met the speed of your measure
the tick tick tick of your metronome
I’m not sorry for walking away
when this was only ever one sided
this is not an apology
and I am glad you’re gone
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