I’m sorry that my worth couldn’t make you stay longer.
I’m sorry that the way that I laugh and the way that I think was not enough.
I’m sorry that you put limits on my feelings,
because you don’t want to deal with them.
I guess you thought that they could be told where to go.
I’m sorry that I let you down when I should have lifted you up.
I was young and selfish and overwhelmed.
My current behavior cannot make up for the mistrust that past mistakes have created.
Now a chance with you is only rendered in a dream.
I’m sorry that you feel this way.
I’m sorry that when you wanted me I reduced us to fun and games;
I was under the impression that we viewed each other as such.
I labeled us to protect myself.
I didn’t think about a future because I didn’t know you cared enough to have one.
Two years later here I am,
apologizing for things I haven’t even done,
feeling regretful about “then”
because it effects us now.
I guess it’s best that we don’t text or talk on the phone anymore.
I guess it’s best that you’re out of sight and out of mind.
I guess it’s best that I don’t tell you that I love you.
I’m sorry that you’ll never know.
Poet: Stefanie Parrott