Deemz Nov 3

I am sorry I let someone touch
the outline of your lips,

I am sorry I let someone trace the
goosebumps on your arms,

I am sorry I let someone whisper
poetry to your ears,

I am sorry I let someone
break your wings.

The last thing I need is more apologies.
You've hurt me enough.
Is it not plain to see?
The sun had set for an early rise.
The moon had then rose to listen to my cries.
It was my heart it tried to sew,
Though it's impossible to mend.

The last thing I need is more apologies.
My heart quck to be wounded, but not quick to heal
I am now numb to my sadness,
The feelings that I seal.
They are locked up inside of me.
How they wish to be released
Out of a door made of my fear
You hold the key
Consisting of our fears
My fear to hate and
Your fear to love.

Neither of us will achieve what we need
If you hand out lame apologies.
I have enough to build a house,
To make green eggs and ham
I have enough.
I have too much.
Neither of us give a damn.

No feeling behind the apologies you send me,
No sorrow,
Nor grief
I know this ain't fair,
' cause I've done my share
Of distributing them handily.

The last thing WE need is more apologies.
That is all I have to say.
And as we wake up to a new morning rise,
Let's BOTH turn a new page.

I wrote this when I was 12. Middle school memories~
Velia Ng Oct 23

"tick tock" goes the clock
and step-by-step we have walked.
i could've held you longer,
but it would only make my resolve weaker.
know that with every goodbye,
a part of me is stolen
but yours shall be the reason why,
i'll always remain broken.
i love you -
i really did once.
but i'm sorry -
​things changed in the last few months.
call it bad timing,
but still, it dictates everything -
could you have loved me sooner,
we'd be living our happily ever after.
but too late was the day,
you chose to say
what you've been feeling all this time,  
and now, we're past our prime.

Brokewench Oct 14
5

I am sorry for the way the words came out of my mouth.
Full of bitterness and agony.
I am sorry for the way they burned your skin as they fell into your ear.
I am sorry for the way they made your face crumble and eyes weep.
I am sorry for the way I rejoiced in the sorrow etched into the lines on your face
I am sorry I took joy in seeing the torment as my words took root
I am sorry that this is who I am after years of despair and turmoil
I am sorry that this is exactly what you deserve.

In all honesty, I'm not sorry at all.
eternus Aug 16

Because modern technology blocks off communication,
I have no way to say this without hesitation.

I hope that one day, my words will reach you;
I'm sorry, young man, because I was stupid, too.

Maybe I can send a message to you through a friend.
Chan S Aug 16

I apologize for blaming you.
Because I can only blame myself
You see, all along it's been me.
Me allowing you to treat me the way you've been treating me.
Me allowing you to take my voice away.
Me allowing you to touch me in the ways I did not appreciate.
Me allowing you to hurt me with your actions.
I should've spoken up, used my voice long time ago.
Then you would've known my words now, are not for show.

I apologize for crediting you for my life's work,
Because I can only credit myself.
For all my pains in all my life.
For all my claims and all my strife.
For all my "shames" others call trife'lin.
You see, all along it's been me.
I should've spoken up, used my voice long time ago.
Then you would've known my words now, are not for show.

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Brooke P Aug 12

I’m sorry I make us late for everything.

I’m sorry that my inability to make decisions frustrates you.
I'm sorry that I constantly seem distracted and detached,
and that I never have any good suggestions
or anything genuinely interesting to say.
I’m sorry that my irrational questions annoy you -
It’s just that I always get caught in these loops of anxiety
that I can’t possibly find a way out of,
let alone explain to you.
I get stuck,
like a broken record, playing the same part of a song
over and over.
My mind convinces me that you’re displeased.
I’m sorry I can’t look you in the eye,
because I know I must have done something wrong.
I’m sorry I withdraw and fall silent.
I’m sorry I consistently expect more, but continue to give less.

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