It's wierd to want to apologise,
When it is to you the apology owed.
Old habits die hard, and so does courtesy,
And so I apologise for the apology owed.
Uncertainty plagued, goodbyes made.
Papers torn and messages erased.
It's time to move on, from the mistakes I made.
An apology, for apology's sake.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
