I'm sorry that sometimes
I can't remember to grab everything
I need for the day.
I'm sorry that sometimes
thoughts slip my mind,
and I don’t constantly
look for euphemisms,
or little silver boxes
wrapped in bright red ribbon
that screams,
“Hey, he actually likes you
a lot.”
I’m sorry that sometimes
it’s test day,
and all that studying
just went to waste
because my nerves have
kicked into gear
and self-doubt mode
is on.
I’m sorry that sometimes
I forget boys can be
manipulative,
and have alternative plans,
and don’t mean what they say.
But what’s a girl to do?
