You never told me you were sorry,
At least not genuinely.
Instead, you dramatically apologize
In an attempt to victimize yourself,
And you tell me that
The past is in the past,
But for me, it's not.
When it stops hurting
And taking up my every thought,
I'll accept your apology
But I will never forgive you.
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𝒴ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝒹 － 𝒶 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈
Poesía𝒶 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 ℴ𝒻 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓉 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈， 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇ℴ𝓇𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈， 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓈 ℯ𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂ℴ𝓂𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ 𝓊𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇𝓈𝓉ℴℴ𝒹．
