I'm sorry.
For how I am.
How I act.
Everything.
Just my mere existence.
I'm sorry.
I know you "deal with it,"
because it's "part of love."
But I'm sorry,
for the soul fact that I'm here.
And I walked into your life,
just to screw it up worse.
A/n: sorry guys. Been having a rough one lately. Updates are slow. My apologies. I'll try my best to update more frequently. :/
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
