when i say i'm sorry, it comes from the heart
and every time it leaves a mark
a scar too big for me to hide
but i can do it this time
don't let it slip out
"you say it too much"
but that's because i feel like everything i touch turns to dust
you tell me that's not true
and i try so hard to listen
i really want to believe you
but baby, you say
and it makes the pain go away.
suddenly an open wound is now stitched up
and the time i thought it would take to heal has slipped away
YOU ARE READING
words in the fog
Poetrypoetry, talk of substances, abuse, and love, unspoken words to sooth the healing.
