How quick
The damaged girl
Moves On
Without hesitation
Or consideration
For fear
Of being figured out
Leaving behind
A box full of
Broken new toys.

Heavens know I love you with a lot of my heart
But you only love me so long as the car is in park.
You're neither here nor there; but mostly you're there.

Until you come around with pom and pageantry, acting like you never left.

Oh, look who the wind blew in.
In through the door and out through the window.

We both know you don't aim to stay,
So do your damage and go away.
Your kinda love, a girl can do without.

Speed up, roll out, breaks to the curve.
Everybody duck, everybody duck
Long legged, mac daddy is coming about.

We both know you don't aim to stay,
So drive by lover
go on
Hurry up and drive away..

im sick of waiting for you
to
fulfill the promises
that you’ve already broken

stop acting like you want to fix things.
you’ve done
too much
damage already.

The reason why I apologize
So profusely over the tiniest of things
Is because I always feel as though
I am a bother and annoyance so
I want the person to be aware that
I am truly sorry for the mishap
I may have brought about or the wrong words that may have come out of my mouth
Because in the past I had to apologize again and again
A million sorries I must have said
Just to get the point across
Just to assuage the anger I unintentionally caused
I apologize repeatedly
Because I fear not being taken seriously
When I say sorry I mean it with all of my heart
I apologize even when people say I am not at fault
Because in the past I was always the one guilty
I was always in the wrong
Because when that rage came up and rolled along
It rolled right over me
And so I said sorry
I said sorry to the steamroller for being in its way
And for the broken bones and bruises on my heart that I carried for days
I apologize for apologizing
Because I know I must sound so repetitive and annoying
But I feel as though I can't apologize enough
To make up for and cover up
Whatever sin I may have committed against the one I am apologizing to
Because when you say it’s okay I always fear it’s not true
Because in the past those hiccups and bumps
That weren't even my fault were held against me for months
No matter the amount of times I said sorry and meant it
And the number of times I tried to fix
The mangled mess that wasn't mine but that I was still apologizing for
It was like going to war
But I waged it and gave my best effort
To stitch and sew up the jagged cuts
Of long angry nights and an alcohol filled gut
But failed and then apologized when the seams ripped and tore
Because no matter what I did was going to restore
What used to be
Or repair the damage that happened before me
And so I am sorry for that
That I couldn't make it better because I lacked
Whatever it was you were looking for
But that constant state of feeling guilty is what sent me out the door
And I am free of that weight now
But I still feel the need to say sorry for every little mistake now
Thanks to you I sound like a record stuck on repeat
So I’m sorry that I say sorry too much
But I never know when enough sorries are enough

She was abused,
you were the abuser

You were amused
But all you did was use her.

J.M