I apologized for correcting you.
when you told me I was wrong.
I apologized for not listening to you,
when you would ask me to be quiet.
I painted my skin red with anguish that I could stand up to par with what you required.
Drowned my lungs in cheap toxins that left me sick the next morning.
Facing you.
I apologized for running my mouth, for telling you I loved you.
when you got tired of hearing it everyday.
I lathered my skin purple with your aggression that I could ever learn to obey.
Sinking my stomach in doctored ways that left me unconscious for hours and dead the next morning.
Facing you. Dead.
I didn’t have to,
because you finally felt sorry for burying me, way after I already passed.
-C.M. Aldecoa
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
I apologized for correcting you.
when you told me I was wrong.
I apologized for not listening to you,
when you would ask me to be quiet.
I painted my skin red with anguish that I could stand up to par with what you required.
Drowned my lungs in cheap toxins that left me sick the next morning.
Facing you.
I apologized for running my mouth, for telling you I loved you.
when you got tired of hearing it everyday.
I lathered my skin purple with your aggression that I could ever learn to obey.
Sinking my stomach in doctored ways that left me unconscious for hours and dead the next morning.
Facing you. Dead.
I didn’t have to,
because you finally felt sorry for burying me, way after I already passed.
-C.M. Aldecoa
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