✓〡i love you, i'm sorry ¹ ( poetry )

xxvii. sorry killed the withered roses

gave you i gave you i - gracie abrams

like you look up and i already know what you are going to say

and then you start apologizing, a sad smile on your face

my heart's ripped to pieces but i can't explain how it's always the same

those words are poison in my soul, but you think once they're said it's all fine?

just a couple of letters with a broken font and a smile

and i think winter did his best to replace july because i am cold

all the same already talked about sentences are starting to grow old

five days later and i think that the overthinking was right

funny that i say that, but all those cruel thoughts came true for the first time

it was a circle i couldn't break out of, so i forgave and i forgave

but god, you're not sorry, don't even bother with all those week lies

people who are sorry don't run away

but you ran, again and again, until you didn't find any more space

because all of the corners to hide in were broken

and just like that, they were left behind

do you recognize the pattern?

i feel like i am one of those corners

damaged, thrown away like all i sacrificed never mattered

like a rose in october, rained down on until all that's left is thorns

why aren't you able to realise that sorry does not fix this anymore?