As a child, I tossed rocks at the birds in the backyard;
Laughing with my friends, aiming to hit them.
After so many misses, I never expected contact.
I slumped over to the tiny motionless animal,
Stared down at the carcass,
and swore, through tears, that I didn’t mean to.
Just like that moment
With your crushed heart in my hand,
Sorry does not mean anything;
I know.
I swear I didn’t mean to.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 2:36 AM UTC
As a child, I tossed rocks at the birds in the backyard;
Laughing with my friends, aiming to hit them.
After so many misses, I never expected contact.
I slumped over to the tiny motionless animal,
Stared down at the carcass,
and swore, through tears, that I didn’t mean to.
Just like that moment
With your crushed heart in my hand,
Sorry does not mean anything;
I know.
I swear I didn’t mean to.
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