Logolepsy

This Is An Apology

A wavering decision
between staying or leaving.
The crossfire of these chemicals confuse my pros and cons.
I think it's worth the sunrise, however, the sunset brings upon a brown study, stirring in my bed contemplating.
The pervading dark is devoid of those glimmering freckles and welcomes the thought of cutting the thread.
The thought of ameliorating everybody's lives by placing a period to the sentence in this silence.
I'll tell you not to reminisce on things that we won't get back.
I'll write an apology for everything I could have done differently.
I'll hand you the pen to pin my hope on rewriting all of this, just in case it's not to late.
I'll say good morning knowing yesterday is on repeat.
During every dreary night, I stare at the ceiling, finding this fear of the possibility that I will never see you again, and I'll write an apology for every single thing that's wrong with me.
This appears to be my end, tearing my life apart at the seams as this lullaby sings me softly to sleep.
Oblivion takes over me, and here I'll sink selfishly.