I guess saying sorry
Won't heal the wounds
Building inside of you
The burns
You're unaware of
Maybe the words you need
Are the ones
I've said
But you could say better
Maybe you need a scrapbook
Of all my mess ups
All the stuff animals I stole from Cubbies
All the moments on the road to the word regret
The mistakes that struggle to stay in the blue garbage can
Maybe you need those
To heal the wounds you don't know are there
XOXO
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Silk Sister Similes
PuisiA collection of poetry touching subjects of family, self love, and happiness all dedicated to my sibling. Updates Tuesday's and Thursday's.