Sorry
This is for all those years I hurt you.
I said I was sorry
Over
And over again
I never meet your standards though
Never had the right virtues
Never did anything right
I was never good enough for you
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
For all those years
Wasting your time
Your money
Your love
I’m sorry that I thought you loved me
I'm sorry you have to deal with me
I don’t go outside no more
I live on a cloudy island
I don’t see the sun
But in the night the stars come out
And I count them
One by one
I’m sorry
That I ruined your life
I’m sorry I wasn’t nice enough for you
I hope one day you’ll say
I’m sorry too
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Lalala Maclemore
I love to read I’m a Tarusand I love this website where I come to read and write what I’m feeling I like poetry but I feel like I could do more.
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Clinging to Childhood
The playground is empty, as it should be past sundown. There is a warm breeze, and I can see everything despite the late hour. What time is it, anyway? It could very well be past midnight. I can never keep track of time, especially in the summer. A prickly piece of popcorn hides like a stowaway in the left cup of my padded training bra. I stuffed the tissue in last minute— a decision I’m beginning to regret, based on the events that are unfolding rapidly before me. To my left, laying non-chalantly on his back, is my date for the evening. He is two years older, could probably grow facial hair if he wanted to, and drives a secondhand Honda. He may as well be a Man. I, on the other hand, feel like a fraud with my too-short short-shorts, sparkly lip gloss, and makeshift push-up bra. I keep my arms pinned to my sides as I feel the dreaded circles of sweat beginning to manifest on my brand new Abercrombie top. I cup my elbows with my hands and stare down at my hint of cleavage, praying that the tissue doesn’t pop out like a white flag surrendouring my lack of womanhood.
By Marti Maley6 days ago in Fiction
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