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day 12. Someone you wish could forgive you

I am sorry.
I was stubborn and young and broken hearted.
Nothing good ever came from loving a broken soul.
Nothing good ever came from trying to put together shattered glass.
I am sorry I left pieces of myself lodged in your hands.
I am sorry that I tried to wash the blood but only hurt you.
I am sorry that when I could not remove myself from you I tried to sooth you with my poetry.
I am sorry that he was still in every poem that I wrote.
I am sorry that you met me when I was nothing but shreds of myself. '
I am sorry that my love for him suffocated you.
That it wrapped itself so tightly around your throat that you felt his hands crack your neck.
And you walk up from bed wondering if I would ever love anything else.
If you were enough? I am sorry for all the times you tried to reach beyond my lips and I cried.
And you did not know whether to hold me or leave me.
Because my skin has began to burn itself in you. '
And you're realising I'm too hot to touch and too cold to love.
I am sorry you questioned who you were.
That I am sorry about.
Because even for a girl like me to look twice at you, you had to be amazing.


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