The Stories of My Apologies

That is a Promise

I’m sorry 

for shredding you 

to pieces 
when 

you deserved to be cherished


I’m sorry for 

the week of abuse 


I put you through 

and thought that you deserved


For the countless times 

I deprived you of things 

you needed 

because I thought 

you could survive 

with out it


For thinking 

you were meant 

to please others, 


when you’re only purpose 

was to keep me alive


For the time 

I should have spent 

acknowledging 

the fact that you were 

already fine as is, 


instead of tearing you down


For the 

amount of times 

I wished that you could change,


but you weren’t meant

to be molded into something else


And honestly

I loved you

The way you are

For the words 

I carved deep into your bones 


that are scarred there for ever


I didn’t mean

To put them there

For the time 

that I made you 

hide who you were 


because I believed 

the world didn’t want to see you.


But soon

I didn’t care

What everyone thought

And I,

Instead

Wanted the world to see you

For the way

I made you feel, 


for pushing you too far, 


you didn’t have to go that far.


I pushed you away

Very far away

When I really only

Wanted you close

For the way 

I didn’t recognize 

your existence


like I pretended you weren’t there, 


I hung out