Thursday, April 19, 2012

day five.

an exchange of regret. 

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we were an amalgam of apologies. 

"i'm sorry," she told me one morning,
dawn light grey on her cheekbones,
"i'm sorry i made you carry my mistakes
around under your tongue."

"i'm sorry," i told her on the train.
my nails were painted yellow,
because i missed the sun.
"i'm sorry i left your shame
out on my laundry line. i never
meant to air your secrets."

"i'm sorry i rubbed salt on your 
wounds," she says under an 
oak tree in the park. "i thought it 
would keep them from becoming
scars."

"i'm sorry i cursed your dead mother,"
i whispered, "and put salt in your tea.
i just wanted to see if you cry anymore."

"i'm sorry, i'm just sad."

"i'm sorry, i'm just tired."

"i'm sorry, i just miss you."

"i'm sorry, i'm just too
sorry to do this anymore."

and one day, our apologies
ran out.

3 comments:

MissRenee said...

This was beautiful

MissRenee said...

This was beautiful..

boomerang ! said...

Why are your poems so melancholic and painful ??

There is pain hidden in every word that you write , srikes a chord ..

actually like it ..