How could I have known?
Every day is the same.
Whether I'm texting or you are,
It's usually not a big deal.
Usually
Today,
for some reason that wasn't obvious to me,
me texting was a sin.
And I hurt you.
I'm sorry.
I swear I didn't mean to,
but "I'm sorry" never means anything,
so what do I say?
I'm sorry I can't change what i did or rewrite the memory.
I'm sorry I can't gain that time back, or ever make up for it.
What do I do?
I've thought about several things:
writing you a letter,
leaving you a voicemail,
telling you that i need you more than anyone.
But instead, I cry and hide in my poems.
Because nothing comes even close to being
good enough.
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I apologize for this poem. I know it is terrible. I just needed a place to vent. -Airi
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