Desolate Apology

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Desolate Apology.

It is my sin,

and it is my crime that I loved you,

that I imagined too keenly

things that wither and die like poisoned weeds.


It is the debt I incurred,

weaving and creating dreams that fitfully breathed in stories that soothed me,

creating wounds to rage against the pain.


Here is my desolate apology,

soaked with tears-

tears of anguish,

tears of rage,

tears of yearning

and tears of defeat.


I am sorry.

I am sorry my love was a worthless thing you wanted to hide from.

I am sorry I couldn't understand.

I am sorry...

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