He said sorry
He must mean it
The pain is numb
I can no longer feel it
He must be stressed
He works and barely ever rests
Sure, I'm black and blue
But I know he's hurting too
Do I trust his words?
Do I run?
I'm left in an endless tunnel with no escape
His broken sorry is my safe place
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PoetryA debut poem book. Filled with a vast series of topics from childhood to love.
