I admit
I made
a mistake
But the only one I owe
an apology to
is myself
So there's no reason
for you
to wait
If I said
I'm sorry
that's not how I felt

I bathe in my past mistakes to remind myself that they are there.
    
            - The wine is hard to wash off my skin.

A tickle on the earlobe
Subtle enough to be inconspicuous
Draws the attention of
Subconscious being.
Whisper with the essence of
Sweetness enchants the prey
To surrender its leash.
A tactician of great wisdom
Does not fail to miss the chance
To behold his reign on a pawn,
A sacrificial entity drawn out
Of its freedom in
Hopes to resurrect
As a queen.
Its demise, nonetheless,
Is that of a tragic hero.

Our genesis,
The foundations of us,
Was architecturally unsound.
A mistake.
A footprint left in wet cement,
Once dried, it's for all to see.
To point at. To laugh at.

Our genesis; A mistake.
We were the two girls
That shouldn't have held hands so liberally
During the school culture festival.
Two girls.
Who know a broken heart,
Tried to tie our halves together in a twisted knot,
All to get over our previous loves, previous lives,
And try to move on with something fresh on our fragile minds
And immortal, frail, hearts.

You stitched my heart back together within a few days,
So I'm sorry that I wasn't enough to stitch yours within years.

I held the Stanley knife to
                          my wrist..

Holding on to the grip,
              trying to warm the

cold metal...


I was there for the whole of my
                                                 life..

But the blade was never within it..


I just needed to know that
                    I was strong
                            enough to not make the

mistake of giving in.


And this was a reminder,
                as the first time the metal was cold..

And the blood warm.


                   Now I  remind myself that
even though I hold a blunt instrument
                          its a reminder that given time
everything cuts...

Stinging is this feeling
Deep within my heart
The scabs they keep on peeling
My deeds, I've played my part.

Yet it was the end
When you said no more
Without hitting send
My heart, hurt to core.

Every now and then
When I reflect on the past
I look at my greatest sin
The first and the last.

I can't imagine what I put you through
I wish only that it all wasn't true
I miss all the love and the fun
For I'm truly sorry for all that I've done

if you get to know me
you'll regret it