“you are
everyone’s favorite poem
you have been hidden
in the crevices of my words
since the first time we’ve spoken
No one knows
Who the poem
Is about
They just love
The poem itself
They say
I told stories
With each stanza
They always wondered
“Who are they about?”
But they never asked
They just wanted
To read our adventures
I hear you in
my mispronunciations
and I hope you are
not laughing at me
when I stumble over words
I have not yet learned
you are the love song
I never got over
the only person
I have ever cared about
still forgot
what walking feels like
when I lay awake in my bed
I have long forgotten your voice
I have tried to convince
myself that
you were more narcissistic than me
I am trying to convince myself
I shouldn’t have thought
of if as a competition
I always lost
because I cared more
you are the neck
I break
in my nightmares
fearing my own hands
you were the only person
who has ever taught me
I am not my mistakes
you are the
biggest chapter of my book
I have never made room
for anyone
before you
or after you
I do not know
how to create space
in my empty
you are the wind
knocked out of me
I never meant to stop loving you
I never thought it was possible
I’m sorry
I did not believe
in my own evolution
you are still in
every one of my nightmares
but you are not always
the one who saves me
Sometimes,
You are the one
To pull the trigger
you were stupid enough
to become friends with a poet
I have heard writers
do not have to
experience anything past twenty
because we already
have enough to write
for ages with minds
and hands
that string déjà vu together
maybe this is why
it went wrong
I tried to write you into
what I needed
into the daydreams
During class
That make me
fail assignments over
And over
but my mind is not a notebook
you once said
I would be the one to hurt you
and I said
no
not possible
I am so
sorry
Because I know
That I can be wrong
In a lot of things
But I would have bet my life
On the fact that
I would never hurt you
But I did
And so
That’s how I lost my life
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...