To the man
I wanted to let in
as a friend,
it's no sin
to be human.
Know
its not all you.
It's the sin
of my first kin
that keeps me
from letting you back in,
Again.
I'm sorry.
You're sorry.
We're sorry.
We're are but human.
Maybe one day
we will see each other
for the brokenness that connect us.
One of us already does
but is too busy writing her regrets.
to share them where they matter most. . .
YOU ARE READING
22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
