I
hurt you
Without
realising
I’m
hurting me more
I
harm without seeing
The scars on my body
I
scribble words
Manifested
in anger and betrayal
In
insecurity and dishonesty.
I
scribble them with all
Intents
and purposes to make you
Smell,
feel, taste my hurt.
But
ultimately I hurt more
Ultimately
I crush myself
By
compressing you
I’m
sorry - seems too little
I
was wrong – too late
For
the deed is done
The
anger and pain already evident
And
hard to erase
Still
I humble myself
And
ask your forgiveness…
I’m
sorry
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