I'm Sorry

I'm sorry that I

couldn't stitch the broken

Inches of love

On the surface of

Your skin.

 

I'm sorry that I

Tried to pick you up

When you wanted

To stay on the ground.

 

I'm sorry that I

Thought that I

Could be anything

You wanted me to be.

 

I'm sorry that I

Couldn't get to the phone

Fast enough for you to 

Hear me out.

 

I'm sorry

For being sorry

About trying to save you

While I was dying,

Myself.

 

 

 

 

 

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