I have fallen in love
with a beautiful poet
whose words stain my mind.
You are obsessed
with the idea of
finding someone to love you,
because you cannot love yourself.
But you have
spilled your marrow,
and filed away at your emotions
for people
Who only wish
to see your lips move
in an argument
that none of you can win,
tongues twisted up like roots.
You take a swing
from the bottle,
and feel the familiar
heat wave rushing down your throat.
But darling,
haven’t you learned
that liquor tastes twice
as bad on the way up?
You tell yourself
that maybe,
if everything else was blurry,
you’d see yourself better
Tell yourself
that you just
want
to stop thinking,
if only for a minute.
Your hands are scarred
and bloodstained
from cleaning up
Peoples messes
one too many times,
and trying to piece them
back together,
but they are
shards of broken glass,
from a picture frame
and you are trying
endlessly
to pull them back together.
They were amazing,
you tell yourself.
But you slip in between their
cold fingertips,
and they don’t even notice
YOU ARE READING
The Stories of My Apologies
PoetryI can say Sorry A billion times But you dont see The pain Behind every word But see, You say things about me too and you do things That hurt But im done with you Im moving on Because im always the one who says sorry Still, There are stories Uncove...
