Your favorite words seem to be sorry,
It was once comforting to know that you didn't mean theses things.
The women.
The lies.
Pushing and shoving my back into a corner I couldn't duck out of.
Sorry,
I've become minute to the apology you give.
It will never happen again,
I don't know what came over me,
I didn't mean to say that.
I'm sorry.
I could never hear the word again,
Without hearing you.
Seeing you.
Feeling you.
Lying again,
A trail of tears streaming down my collarbone,
Endless sobs.
There is no sorry.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
