I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry,
For all those fretful texts.
Those rapid finger heads.
Are anything but the best.
IregretIregretIregret,
Spewing acid on those wounds.
No filter when around you.
I lose a pound or two.
IhateIhateIhate,
Not knowing what to say.
Fear of breaking apart,
With each complaint I convey.
IwishIwishIwish,
My words did no spill,
Like toothpaste out the bottle.
Shoved in you like a drill.
IhurtIhurtIhurt,
Bites should and shouldn't grip.
Tear away your innocence.
Coated in bloody guilt trip.
I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry,
Forgive me when the damage is done.
But keep this in your pocket,
When again, my mouth is a sinful gun.
Sometimes I feel I make so many mistakes that sorry isn't enough. Writing poetry is a cure for many things, but can I cure words that have already stung another person? I hope so.
What do you think, most_bay ?
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Drifting Poetry
Poetry*****E-AWARDS WINNER [Third Place in Poetry]***** A selection of poems created when inspiration was plentiful.... This book is now completed! Started: 2015 Ended:2019
